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aeruia · 3 years ago

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Heyyyyyaaaaaaaa~‼️‼️

Venti x reader x Xiao bc I’m a sucker for poly relationships 😈😈 AND YOU 🫵🏼 YES YOU 🫵🏼 GET ME ASK BECAUSE YOUR WRITING IS GREAT 😻😻😻 now.. where you fall INLOVE with venti and like you have to leave to travel to Liyue but then you meet xiao and like you also fall INLOVE but when you like get home (Mondstat) you have to tell venti that u still love him but you also love xiao he’s like “Oh. You wanna date him??” And ur like “😨” but then you say yes and venti and u travel to Liyue and see xiao and like y’all get together Yk bc before u made a bond,,, and like here we are‼️ -inthebedroomhavingseggs/j-

If you don’t wanna do this ask, it’s ok. I care for ur mental well-being and your braincells 🫵🏼🫵🏼

THIS IS MY FIRST TIME RECIEVING AN ASK SO I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS AND I DON'T KNOW IF I DID IT RIGHT SO AND I THINK I MISUNDERSTOOD MOST OF IT BUT THERE'S SOMETHING RELATED ON THE ASK?

★. GENSHIN IMPACT

I LOVE YOU BOTH

CHARACTERS. . . venti x gn!reader x xiao

WARNING. . . ooc xiao because yes, reader uses they/them pronouns, grammar errors and typographical errors.

SYPNOSIS. . . i hope you had read the ask?

NOTE. . . this was in my drafts for i don't know how long, i hope you like this and cringe title i know, i think i mispronounced the reader and i couldn't find it because i was half asleep when i was writing that part. i'm so sorry

You and venti knew each other for a while now and were always in the tavern drinking your hearts out, not long ago you realized that you had feelings for venti. so you confessed your feelings and boom, you two got together! isn't sweet?

the two of you are together for a month now, venti would always help you do your commissions on the adventurer guild, he helped you on everything and you were thankful enough for it.

“ thank you again venti! ” you said and smiled at him, the two of you finished clearing out camps and helping citizens.

“ no problem! but i do want you to know ” the bard said and points at his cheek,

you could only chuckle as you kiss him on the cheek, “ there, that's your reward ”

venti giggle and makes his way to mondstadt as you did the same to collect your reward from katheryne and give venti some mora.

“ thank you! ” you thanked katheryne as you give her a close-eyed smile as she smiled back.

counting the mora as you were about to give the mora to venti when you saw him running away from the cats... poor venti you hurriedly put the pouch where the mora was placed as you run in the direction where he got chased by cats.

“ aha! There you are! ” Diona says as she picked up the cat and smiled while she glared at the bard and smiled once again when she saw you.

“ y/n! I'm so glad you're here ” venti said as he sneeze while looking at the cat, “ yeah, I saw you got chased by the cat so.. ” you explained and stopped midway sentence (even if it's not a sentence)

You two didn't notice diona started walking away as you hold venti's hand and goes in the opposite direction.

“ let's go, I still need to count the mora so I can give you half of it, ” you said as you dragged venti to your house.

“ I can't thank you enough for real. ” venti said sniffing as he looks at you. “ yeah? and i'm thankful enough the cat didn't scratched you. ” you said and grinned,

venti stands up and looks at you like “ i'm sorry, what? 🤨 ” venti rolled his eyes and huffed “ as if the cat can put their paw on me when i sneezed nonstop?? ”

“ they're grossed out, that's why ” you joked and giggled handing him the mora, “ for you to pay your unpaid wine in angel's share or i will tell diluc he should ban you from drinking there? ” you said trying to threaten the bard.

“ hahaha! good joke, darling. ” he said and laughed as he quickly grabbed the mora on the table and kissed you on the cheek before walking away.

you heard the door closed as you lay your head on the kitchen counter, you still haven't told venti yet that you will go to liyue for a commission that katheryne told you earlier when you were taking your rewards.

‘ maybe i will just write a note later.. ’ you said to yourself before drifting to sleep.

you woke up at the sound of someone shaking you, “ [name]! wake uppp ” venti whined as he kept shaking you.

“ what time is it? ” you said rubbing your eyes as you look at the clock and it's only 9:00pm, very shocking for you to see venti home early.

venti's eyes lit up when you raised your head as he giggled to himself and shows you a paperbag, “ a little gift from me! ” he said and raise his eyebrows up and down.

you tilted your head to the side as he shove the paper bag on you and smiled at you, “ i know you will be gone for a while! ” he said, “ and don't ask how i knew it ehe ” he added giving you his usual ehe.

rolling your eyes as you peek inside the paper bag and it looks like a keychain. “ let me guess, this is a keychain? ” you said confidently.

venti shrugged, “ I dunno, maybe?? ” he said playfully. you grab the "keychain" as you examine it. It's cute you thought to yourself as you smiled.

“ a barbatos keychain, really? ” you asked raising an eyebrow. “ what? don't tell me you don't like barbatos? ” he said huffing.

“ it's not that and i know you're barbatos because of... ” you trailed off as he just nodded.

“ i know! but like you know? ” he said making those weird gestures when a person doesn't know how to say the correct word.

you laugh at him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips “ I will always remember you, hell you can even fly to liyue. ” you said joking about flying to liyue.

venti chuckled, “ maybe flying to liyue to see you is not bad. ”

the two of you were now both tucked in bed as venti nuzzled on your neck and hugged your waist as he mumbles a goodnight before drifting to sleep.

you sighed softly as you heard venti snoring keeping you close to him. you quietly laugh as you look at the window and see the moon shine through the window.

closing your eyes as the dark swallowed your vision and drifted off to a night of good sleep.

venti grunted as he put a hand over his head before sitting on the edge of the bed, still sleepy as he blink. “ ah. i must have drank too much that night. “ he said to himself as he close his eyes to try and lessen the headache he was feeling.

. . . next day

he turned around and saw you're still sleeping as he smiles to himself before he stands up into the bed quietly. he walks on where the windows and he open the curtains to reveal the sunset.

venti squinted as he turn around trying to block the sun from his eyes. he blinked once more before giving a kiss on your forehead. “ i will cook breakfast for us. “ he said to himself as he gets out of the shared bedroom.

you groaned as you sniff your eyes opening wide. “ who could be cooking? “ you asked yourself as you sniff once again the aroma of delicious breakfast is making you so hungry that you quickly stand up and goes to the kitchen.

. . . a few minutes later

“ i smell breakfast here, “ you said in a sing-song voice as you saw venti on his apron his hair still disheveled as he yawns and laughs at you. “ it’s your favorite, “ he said and smiled at you putting it on a plate.

“ so that’s why it smells yummy “ you joked and grab the plate putting it on the table as venti puts more food on the table and a drink. the both of you started eating as you look at the clock and it was just 7:00 A.M you still have more time to prepare.

. . . . . .

venti is the one who finishes eating first as he stands up and walks out of the kitchen to fix his hair and take a quick shower.

on the other hand, you're still eating as you take your sweet time to finish your food and drink while venti walks into the kitchen again looking more charming.

“ wow, who’s this pretty boy? “ you teased as you stand up, taking the plates on the table as you put them on the sink venti laughed and sneaks behind you as he kiss the back of your neck.

venti moves away from you as he goes to your side and looks at you before saying something, “ time flies so fast you should get ready now! “ he said energetically. “ i will be the one to do those dishes okayy? “ he added taking the plate away from your hand as he smiled and push you into the bathroom.

After that, i cannot think of more scenarios

walking out of the bathroom as you heard venti singing in the kitchen as he wash the dirty plates.

“ wash it carefully! “ you shouted, reminding him as he replied a yes before going back to singing. as you walks to your shared bedroom as you saw your clothes laid out on the bed.

‘ venti must have done this.. ‘ you thought as you smile at yourself as you wear the clothes that venti readied for you with a big smile on your face. he really knows your style.

looking at the mirror as you admire yourself and complementing yourself non-stop is just chef kiss.

“ love! are you done? “ venti shouts outside of the bedroom as he knocks. “ uh, yeah! one second! “ you replied fixing yourself quickly as you grab the comb and brush your hair while you open the door seeing venti with shades on and a bag.

“ what’s with the fit..? “ you asked him confused. “ duh? i will be going with you! mondstadt to the stone gate. “ he said sheepishly. you shrugged as you nodded “ alright, i won’t stop you “

. . . . . . .

you two gets out of your house as you walks on the adventurer guild while venti just follows you as he greet people on the streets.

“ hello, katheryne! good morning. i’m here to take my commission on liyue. “ you said to the lady in the adventurer stand as katheryne just smiled at you and give you a piece of paper.

“ give this to the other katheryne which is in liyue and she will give you the information you needed from your commission. “ katheryne explained as you take the paper out of her hand.

“ alright.. thank you. “ you said putting it in your pocket before waving goodbye to katheryne as venti did the same.

you and venti were walking as you and venti bumped into noelle holding a crate as she smiled at you both. “ hello,[name]! “ she greeted as she put the crate down.

“ seems like you and venti are going to travel? ” Noelle asked because of not so big bag venti was carrying. you nodded as you have a little chit-chat with noelle. while venti just did everything to distract himself.

“ ah! we really need to get going and you should get going too, folks must have been waiting for you,” you said, remembering that you need to go to liyue and noelle has some duties she needs to complete.

noelle smiled at you as she said she was sorry for stopping you and venti as you just said that she has nothing to sorry about before continuing going for on a walk.

few hours later. . .

“ love, come on... wouldn't gliding be faster? ” he said how many times that you could count.

you stopped in your tracks and turned around to see venti exhausted from the walk you two did, “ you have been saying the for like a whole 1 or 3 hours! ” you said looking at him as he just sit on the ground.

“ come on, no time for resting, and the stone gate is nearby then I can just walk alone to the nearby inn. I heard wangshu inn is getting near,” you said trying to drag venti and his big ass bag.

the sun was about to be out as he groaned while you were still trying to drag him but eventually give up on dragging him as you sit next to him on the ground.

“ we're just a mile away from the stone gateeee ” you whined laying your head on his shoulder.

“ just a bit of rest here? even we're on the path just a little bit of rest I promise! ” venti said.

you both (venti) got the rest he wants and longed for as the both of you continued to walk.

the sky was a hue of orange with white as the both of you were now in the stone gate you both take a rest before continuing to walk to the near inn, which is wangshu inn.

after resting. . .

the sky was now just dark as you both got near the inn that you two will stay in for the night. you and venti were talking about what time he will go back to mondstadt and assuring him that he won't need to worry about you.

“ are you sure? ” venti asked for the third time as the two of you are walking down the stairs.

“ yes, i'm sure! ” you reassured smiling at him as he calmed down and just nod before whining about him being hungry.

you think of how childish maybe and how cute he could be as you both keep walking on the stairs ( you both didn't know there's an elevator if that's what you called it)

the called yaksha (xiao) was just about to go to his room as he saw both of you talking and laughing, xiao could tell that boy you were with was familiar to him.

he didn't go near the both of you as he paid no mind to you and venti and just think that you and venti are just a cute couple that will visit liyue.

you checked in on the receptionist as the one that was on the reception said she was verr goldet.

you nodded and thanked her as you walk outside and see venti looking out on the balcony.

“ hey, love! I got the key. you should put your bag in the room too that looks heavy. ” you said and pointed at his bag.

the bard nodded as he followed you into the room and put his bag down.

he sighed as he sits on the floor looking at you while you unpack your bag. you are planning to stay here then just go to liyue to finish the commission then go back to mondstadt.

a few minutes later you heard venti whining as he stands up and hug you from behind, “ did you bring food? or there's food here in the inn? i'm hungryyy ” he whined as he lay his head on the top of your head. ( imagine he's tall 😍😍 )

“ i think i saw a kitchen here and they have a chef to try looking there while i unpack my things,” you said smiling as he nodded and walk out of the room.

meanwhile on xiao's side. . .

he was laying in his bed thinking about the man he saw when he was about to go to his room. xiao could tell that it was a bard from mondstadt just because of his strange clothing.

xiao was curious about the mortal he was with, speaking of mortal why he is hanging out with them? xiao shakes his head he shouldn't jump to conclusions because he just saw a familiar face.

sighing as he sits on the edge of the bed as he stands up and walks out of his room. closing his eyes as he breathes the fresh air and looking down to see you.

you were looking outside to look at the beautiful place you were in right now, it's impressive that they made an inn, in a tree.

xiao observe every movement you did even though he was just outside his room.

“ [name]! ” a voice called out as the source of the voice was the man you were with, now that he's thinking about it he does look really familiar to him. by just the looks and his clothing could it really be venti..?

he was lost in thought as you and venti were talking about how the food in the inn was delicious and that he wanna ask the chef for some recipes.

“ alright, alright you can ask the chef in the morning since that's the time you will be leaving and I will be fine I swear,” you said and assured him that you will be fine as you push him inside again and walked into the room.

xiao's thoughts were cut off by you and venti leaving since it got really quiet outside.

“ I shouldn't think about them,” he said to himself as he keep convincing himself that the boy you were with was not the same as the person he saved him by just some music he played that time.

Next day. . .

it was now morning as venti packed his important things and left the wangshu inn to go back to mondstadt since he needs to perform. (he performs everyday so he can pay for his wine/j)

“i will be going now! “he said before walking out of the room and close it. now you were alone on the room as you sit on the edge of the bed and sigh thinking on what to do since it’s still early.

‘ since it’s still early maybe i will explore liyue..’ you said in your mind as you stands up and fix yourself before going out of the room as you walk out of the room locking in as you put the key on your pocket.

you checked your small bag as you were sitting near your door digging through your bag. ‘ah... where is it..’ you thought digging through your bag. you stopped looking for a minute as realization hit you. ‘...i forgot i just need to summon my weapon’ you said to yourself, dumbfounded as you close your bag and stands up walking away happily and skipping away as if you just didn’t dig through your bag to look and find your weapon.

ha you thought no one saw it? xiao did 😈😈 he literally looked at you in a weird way ( not really weird but weird way ) as he just teleported to his destination as you were walking happily like nothing happend.

you were not that far from wangshu inn since you can still see the inn far away. you grab your map as you look at where you are now, its still farm from liyue but the sun is just rising.

“ yep! more places to go ” you said yourself as you put back your map on your backpack and continue to walk on where liyue is.

walking for a few hours was like walking all day to go to liyue! it’s really exhausting that you just wanna rest under a tree and not worry anything, but then a hilichurl was now aiming for you. ‘ what a good reminder that i cannot stay under a tree and not worry anything because of these things. ‘ you thought as your polearm and slashed the hilichurl in an instant. you don’t even need to use your vision on this weak creatures. it will be a hustle if they are in groups and you necessarily need to use your vision.

you throw your polearm on the air as it disappears into thin air as you continue your journey to liyue. the sun was now up and you were middle of nowhere but you tell you are near liyue.

in liyue. . . ( i don’t want it to make it even longer please 💀)

you were panting as you saw liyue in your own two eyes. ‘ finally! i welcome myself to liyue. ‘ you said to yourself and walks on the entrance of liyue.

liyue is really pleasing to look at, the sound of the waves, people chatting and kids playing and laughing is just so pleasing to listen to. you are starting to like liyue as you tried to look on where the adventurer guild is while you run into someone.

“ lumine, look! it’s [name]! “ paimon said pointing at you, looking around trying to find something.

lumine look at paimon and you. “ is that really them..? “ lumine asked trying to be sure it’s you. when they first met venti, venti’s mouth won’t stop babbling about you and how kind and beautiful you were when you two were still not together.

“ why would i even point them out if it’s not them!? “ paimon said and stomping her feet on the air. “... you got a point, i guess “ lumine said and walk towards you as paimon followed.

“ hey, [name]! “ lumine said cheerfully and smiled at you, you turned your head on who it is and it’s the traveler. “ oh! hey lumine! “ you said and waved at her while she wave back. “ what are you looking for? “ lumine asked you, “ adventurer’s guild, i need to give an important paper on liyue katheryne. “ you answered explaining.

“ ah, i see so katheryne sent you here “ she mumbled and take your hand and drag you to where the adventurer guild is.

you thanked lumine as you give her a small amount of mora. “ i hope this will help even it’s just a small amount of mora since i’m still kinda low on mora.. “ you said and smiled.

“ it’s fine! i’m really thankful for this! “ the blonde traveler said as she smiled at you.

you nodded and wave a goodbye to lumine while you walk on the adventurer’s guild on saw katheryne there standing.

“ hello, katheryne! i’m here to give this to you, “ you said and take the paper out of your pocket a give it to her.

katheryne take the paper out of your hand as she opened it and read the letter or whatever is it on the paper as katheryne just gave you a marked map. ‘ i suppose this where i will go.. ‘ you thought and ake the map out of her hand and you gave your thanks before walking away.

“ kinda far. “ you deadpanned and fold the map and put it on your small bag.

liyue katheryne didn't really explain it or put in into details so you don't really know what you will look for or what you're gonna fight. maybe it's a treasure?

‘ treasure is too luxurious ’ you said to her mind as she walks on where wangshu inn is, there's no due date or deadline of the commission, she will just do it tommorrow and leave by the morning again.

‘ it was getting dark soon, i should move faster so i can go back to the inn without a hustle and won't encounter more dangerous creatures here. ’ you were tired on walking for hours and you needed to walk for hours again, you're sure you will be sleeping on the floor today because of exhaustion.

. . . . . . . .

the sun was nowhere to be seen on the sky which means it's getting dark obviously and you were now in guili plains. ‘ i feel like i was faster than before, ’ you said to yourself feeling proud.

guili plains is an open space. you could definetly see if there's a ruin guard or something nearby, there were even treasure hoarders resting or whatever.

after walking for hours you reach your destination, wangshu inn.

“ i made it! ” you said to no one but to yourself as you walk into the small(?) stairs and sit there to catch your breath.

xiao teleported down the wangshu inn since he was done with his duties and wanna check if there's anything wrong or everything is fine, until he saw you there sitting. panting catching your breath.

“ i'm so beat upp ” you said obviously tired and not aware of the yaksha's presence. “ wait i think i have a water in my bag.. ” you said talking to yourself.

you grab your bag and opened it digging through your stuff again and saw you water bottle. “ aha! there it is. ” you said and opened it and drinking the water.

xiao didn't mind you at all or even forgot you were there as he just checks if everything is fine down here and the people is doing great.

you put your bag strap on your shoulder as you stand up to make your way on the reception when you saw someone checking on things.

he has medium dark hair with teal undertones. you tried to recall a memory when you were talking to lumine when he visits mondstadt once again.

lumine told you about an adepti was staying on wangshu inn. lumine even described it since she was really excited to tell you about it all.

now that you think of it, it looks like the vigilant yaksha lumine talked to you about and you remember she said that he was a cold person and doesn't really talk to mortal a.k.a humans.

you didn't realize you were staring at him for so long that he looked at you, you turned away as if you weren't just staring at him before walking away and goes up the stairs.

the yaksha could only huff, he would admit you were really pretty since it was his first time really seeing you "up close".

time skip a BIG time skip because this long af

you were on the crossed out place since you just followed the map katheryne gave you and come to think of it you were now in qingyun peak.

‘ i think this is the destination.. ’ you said to yourself as you look at the map and your right this is the right place and maybe just walk farther away from the tree and you saw a camp of treasure hoarders. the camp is not really the guarded and you can see where the chest is.

you tried to think of plan on how you will invade this or just like " yo, i'm getting the chest " yeah not a good idea.

“ yeah, you know what? ” you said to no one as you summoned your polearm and jump at the camp while the treasure hoarders were startled but they got serious in a second.

they were not that many so you can handle most of them.

you finished them off by just throwing (maybe) fire on them using your polearm. you gracefully land on the ground as you tried to look for the chest.

“ did the chest get burned too...? i hope not please don't be burned ” you prayed and you saw the chest shining there's no damaged on the chest as you cried out and thanked the archons.

“ xiao, i know your there. ” you said firmly standing straight as xiao jumped off the tree. you got pretty close with xiao ever since you unexpected popped up out of nowhere on the top of wangshu inn holding an almond tofu while waiting for him.

xiao still dislike you pretty much. he is still trying to forget about the feeling he would feel when he would see you.

“ not bad for a human ” he said and crossed his near his chest while you were opening the chest and looking for goods and the thing to give for katheryne.

you just shrugged it off and said “ i know i'm pretty much strong ” confidence lacing your voice.

“ you're boosting your own ego too much... ” he blankly said as he disappeared in thin air.

‘ that damn yaksha. ’ you said to yourself angrily as you walk out of the camp and tried to find an easy way to go to liyue.

you had reach your destination, beads of sweat is forming on your forehead but you didn’t mind as you dig through your bag again to give katheryne what she was looking for.

she thanked you before giving a you good amount of mora and some artifacts, you thanked her before going to leave liyue and check out on wangshu inn since you will need to get back to liyue and venti must been missing you so much right now.

you need to leave xiao and you hope you can visit wangshu inn everyday but you can’t to that since it’s far from your homeland. not that far but it will take you hours just to get to wangshu inn you know he will understand it.

xiao was waiting for you to come back, he was in the balcony when he saw your figure walks on the near table and sit on a chair to rest for a bit, xiao teleported to where you were, you were startled as you jumped out off your sit.

“ damn boy don't do that it makes me feel like someone is here to take me to celestia ” you said wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you close your water bottle.

xiao brushed it off as he look at you straight away as you were taken aback at his sudden staring.

“ what? ” you asked, “ i know your leaving tommorow. ” he said blankly, you didn't denied the question and you nodded “ yep, i am going back to mondstadt again. ” you said and smiled, you saw a glint of sadness on xiao's eyes but you didn't pay it no mind as xiao disappeared into thin air again.

“ every time. ” you said as you grab your bag and walks upstairs to go to your room and pack your stuff so you can just leave and give the key back to verr goldet.

Next day. . . and you were on mondstadt now ( i'm not gettinf lazy but I can't put it more into details so sorry 💔💔 )

“ ah! home sweet home! ” you said happily as you stretched out your arms as you walked in the city of freedom and going into the cathedral.

you were just one step away to see the cathedral and barbatos statue as you saw your lover performing when he saw you on the crowds waving at him as he gave you a smile.

pointing at his back which means that you will be waiting for him infront of the cathedral before walking away.

the bard just finished performing as he bowed on his audience and thank them before running off to see you infront of the cathedral.

“ [name]! ” venti yelp as he run towards you and embrace you. “ i missed you! ” he said hugging you tightly as you just laugh. “ well i'm here now! ” you said and hugging him back.

“ let's go home, i have something to tell you ” you said and step back as venti whined.

you two walk peacefully and arrive at your house.

venti closed the door as you take your shoes out and hang your bag, you take your usual slippers(shoes idk) and you wear it.

“ what do you wanna talk about? " venti asked and sitting on the couch.

“ you know i love you right? ” you asked, sitting next to him.

venti is confused on your question but he nodded, “ yes. why? ” he answered. he was nervous on what you will say next.

“ i met someone in wangshu inn and i think you know him? ” you asked once more. “ hm? who? ” venti asked.

“ his name is xiao, ” you said. “ oh the vigilant yaksha? what's with it? ” venti asked.

“ i know it's wrong for me to say this but i fell in love with him. ” you said embarassed as you look away. “ ah.. so like you wanna confess then date him? ” venti said.

you never look at him so fast when he said that, your eyes widen as a smile was painting your face.

“ yeah.. but your agreeing? ” you asked and looked at him,

he nodded, “ yes, i am. we can go to xiao again to see him. ” he said and stands up going to the kitchen before taking a wine.

“ but first.. wanna drink with me? ” he said and shows you the wine. “ you didn't grab it on angel's share while kaeya is distracting diluc? ” you asked since you never buy wine.

“ ahaha.. why would i?! ” he said and sweats. “ just asking “” you said and walks into the kitchen to join him on drinking it’s been a while since you have a drink.

you both drink peacefully and venti just asking questions how did your journey go and you honestly answering his questions. after a few hours of drinking and venti questioning you, he fell asleep his head on the counter while holding the bottle of wine.

you stands up and go to your shared room to get an extra blanket for venti and put it on him so he wouldn’t get cold and if he woke up he would just come in the room and sleep with you.

Again, timeskip

it’s been 3 days since you left liyue and xiao was still waiting for you to come back even there’s a small possibility that you won’t comeback since you did your job here in liyue.

little did xiao know that you will come back with your lover.

. . . .

“ venti, your taking way too long what are you even doing? “ you asked as you look at the clock while venti just got out of the room. “ i just packed some stuff! “ he said as he drag his bag out of the room.

“...” you were speechless but you didn’t say anything as you just walk out of the house followed by venti.

“ wait! “ he yelled fixing his bag before running out of the house to catch up with you.

the two of you reached wangshu inn, when the it's about to get dark which means you and venti were lucky to get in wangshu inn safe and don't need to fend off those hilichurls.

“ finally! we're here! ” venti said happily as he drop his bag on the ground before stretching. ,“ and to be honest my back hurts. ” he added as he grab his bag again to follow you.

no one talk when you two were on the elevator ( let's call it elevator since I don't really know what to call it 💀💀 ) it's fine since you both had a comfortable silence sitting with you and venti.

you checked in as you thanked verr goldet again before going to the room verr assigned you both.

“ ooh, two beds! ” the bard said as he drop his bag on the wooden floor and jumps right away on the bed.

you smiled at his enthusiasm while you just sit on the edge of the bed looking out at the window. you were thinking what would be xiao doing right now?

doing his duties? killing demons? you don't really know since the only thing he said to you is that he slay demons and that's all. you never knew so much about him but you know a little bit about him that you assume that he was a friend of yours.

you see him as friend and developed feelings and he sees you as, you don't know maybe he see you as a friend too? your thoughts got cut off by a certain someone snoring, you turned around to see venti snoring and sleeping peacefully while smiling in his sleep.

walking off the room as you can hear venti shuffling on his bed before snoring again. you closed the door and you are on the balcony looking at the sight infront of you.

there are so many stars shining and the moon stands out, it wasn't a full moon but you like to look at moons when you think too much to the point you will have an headache.

you feel a presence in your back but walks to your side and lean on the railings. “ hey, xiao. ” you greet the male not looking at him but you can tell it was xiao.

“ i missed you. ” he straightforwardly said to you as he looks at you and there's butterflies in his stomach when he looks at you.

he always ask himself what is this feeling he would always feel when he's near you or whenever he would see you. he really can't understand what's going on inside of him.

“ wow? is this the xiao i know? “ you said teasingly as you grinned while he just looks away.

you laughed as you hit him on the shoulder “ come on! it's normal to miss a friend. i missed you too! ” you said happily and smiled at him.

his face reddened as his keep looking away. “ friend? is that how you see me? ” he said calming himself before looking at you.

confused at his sudden seriousness as you blink a few time before replying to him. “ hm? what do you mean, xiao? ” you asked.

the way you just say his name just make his heart flutter, he could go crazy.

he rolled his eyes as he just about to walk away when you catch him to hold his wrist. “ can you uh.. maybe stay for awhile here with me? ” you asked sheepishly.

xiao didn't deny your request as he stayed with you on the balcony for awhile. you two have a comfortable between the two of you as you started to talk.

“ hey, i know this is all of the sudden but, i like you. ” you said trying to not be awkward as you look at him.

xiao was taken aback and shocked from the sudden confession. “ don't you already have a lover? ” he asked looking back at you, you nodded as you explain how your lover (venti) agreed.

“ oh? so he really is venti ” he mumbled. “ huh? ” you said confused. “ nothing. it doesn't concern you. ” he said. “ ah.. alright, what's your answer then? ” you asked. “ hm, i guess i like you too. ” he said sheepishly and look away.

you had a smirk on your face as you look at him. “ what? ” he asked as he caught you smirking. “ hmmm? nothinggg just wanna ask if you wanna you know? go a date with me and venti? ” you said and smiled.

xiao rolled his eyes as he nodded. “ I don't have time for those kind of things but i will make this an exception. ” he said and crossed his arms before disappearing and you were left alone.

you yawned as you didn't mind xiao leaving before going back to the room as you saw venti still sleeping peacefully. you walks towards his bed as you kissed him on his forehead before going to your own bed and sleeps.

next day. . .

venti was the first one to wake up as he moves into your bed and cuddle with you and waited for you to wake up.

you stirred awake as you saw venti laying on the same bed with you cuddling and snoring lightly. you smiled at him as you yawned trying not to wake him up.

“ how's your sleep? ” venti asked as he nuzzled on your hair. “ it's good because i dream about you, ” you answered his questions with your cheesy pick up line.

venti just laugh at your answer as he release you on his tight hug and stands up.

“ come on, let's take a quick stroll not far from here! ” venti said joyfully as you sit up on your bed and stretch your limbs up before standing up.

venti was the first one to get out of the room while you were still standing there and looking straight, zoned out.

he peeked his head on the door as he saw you just staring at the literal wall, “ [name], helloo?? ” venti asked as he looks at you, you were always like this when you woke up.

“ yeah, just walk out of the room if you're done having a staring competition on the wall. ” he said, before closing the door and goes to the balcony.

the noise of the door closing snapped you on your zoned out state as you shake your head. “ why am i even looking at the wall ” you asked yourself as you tried to comb your disheveled hair with your fingers.

you walk out of the room and close the door before going into the balcony seeing venti looking at the scenery infront of him, he has this habit just staring at the scenery calms him.

“ so how did the confession go, love? ” venti asked, looking at you. “ well, not bad. he likes me back too. ” you answered and look away whistling. “ i could see by just looking how red you are getting. ” venti teased and laugh.

“ oh yeah! i forgot, i said to xiao that we will be having a date! ” you said and smiled. “ is that so? i should prepare later then, ”

the two of you chattered happily as the time flew by it was now in the afternoon, of course you and venti had breakfast before all of that chattering.

“ i will be waiting in our room, just call me! ” venti said and goes to the room disappearing in your sight as you just sighed and called xiao name out.

you were left alone as you felt a presence behind you again. “ you called? ” xiao bluntly said. “ yes, yes i did. i hope you didn't forget about the date, yes? ” you said and turned around to face him.

xiao scoffed as he answered yes. “ ah, great! i will call venti ” you said and smiled before going out of his sight.

after you called venti, venti started talking to xiao and catching up for awhile, while xiao just listened at his nonstop chattering. hell, he even talk about how sometimes you go with him (venti) and play lyre with him.

“ i'm allergic to cats, by the way. ” venti random said to xiao. “ you're sometimes random.. ” xiao mumbled as he saw you preparing a picnic?

“ guys, i prepared something! ” you yelled and clapped your hands. venti's eyes lit up as he saw the food and drinks laid out.

after that, venti just targeted the drinks and a bit of the food. xiao just lay on a tree as he just listens to what's happening.

“ aAaAaaAaaa, wineee ” venti slurred as he keep chugging a bottle of wine.

“ maybe, it's not a good choice to bring wine.. ” you mumbled, as you regretted taking out two bottles of wine.

“ that's enough venti! ” you said as you tried to take the bottle off his hand.

after hours of trying to take the bottle out of venti's hand you successfully got the bottle of wine in his hand as he whined.

“ i will carry him. ” xiao spoke after hours of him not saying a word. “ huh- are you sure? ” you asked.

xiao nodded as he picks up the bard and put him on his shoulder as if he was a sack of potatoes. you cleaned up everything as xiao waited for you to finish while venti was snoring.

you finished cleaning up as you clean yourself up before standing up and nodded to xiao, to say that you are finished and he can now go walk back to wangshu inn.

. . . . . . . .

it was a pretty long day but atleast you had fun, even it's not a date. atleast it's memorable for you and venti and maybe xiao too.

“ it's getting late, i should sleep now. ” you said to yourself as you look one more time at venti and he was sleeping peacefully, you smiled and quickly laid down on your bed.

closing your eyes as dark engulfed your vision. you hope it will be another good day for you, venti and xiao and maybe xiao won't be as cold as he was that time.

©xiaorisworld.

#★.xiaoriwrites #venti x reader #venti #genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #genshin fanfic #genshin fluff #genshin impact scenarios #xiao genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #xiao x reader #venti x you #xiao x you #this is long

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leupagus · 3 years ago

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Working title: The Heat Wave that Shook Richmond

AUNTIE: I’m Extremely Concerned the Ted Lasso crew is letting James Lance pick out Trent’s outfits, and I find that distressing

GUS: HAHAHA

GUS: I will lose my entire mind if there's some scene of Trent at home and he's wandering around in a onesie

AUNTIE: You should write fic about Ted’s crisis of faith after seeing Trent in a onesie.

AUNTIE: Halfway unzipped

AUNTIE: Like the proud slut he is

GUS: honestly I think the sight of Trent's collarbone could well drive Ted into a victorian frenzy of confused lust

GUS: actually that would be hilarious if it was Ted pining and Trent oblivious

AUNTIE: I mean… did you SEE his ankles in the interview? Shameless!

GUS: THE HUSSY

AUNTIE: Obviously the man hates the sensation of clothes on his skin

GUS: I mean I also hate it when he wears clothes so I understand

GUS: but like Ted just falling apart at these scandalous glimpses of Trent's skin

GUS: another time they're on the practice field on a hot day (Trent works there now, wevs, details)

AUNTIE: Heat wave in England?

GUS: hey, global warming baybey

AUNTIE: Global warming has to be good for something

GUS: and Trent puts his hair up and it exposes the back of his neck

AUNTIE: I’M LISTENING

GUS: and Ted walks into the water table and sends all the bottles flying

GUS: and Beard is like "oh my god you embarassing moron" while Trent is concernedly leaning over Ted asking him how many fingers he's holding up

GUS: then obv the flash of ankle at the pub one night

AUNTIE: Trent wears a tank top and Ted becomes the idiot who walks into doorways

GUS: YES

GUS: like he's got on a jacket over it so it's not immediately evident

GUS: and then he has to take the jacket off for whatever reason and Ted's brain fizzes out

AUNTIE: Noooooooo! The sluttest of all combos!

GUS: oh and another one

GUS: Trent wears a sweater one day and Ted thinks he's safe

GUS: but then Trent has to reach up on a high shelf for something and Ted sees a sliver of his lower back

GUS: and he just wants to put his face on it

AUNTIE: Rude rude RUDE

GUS: I think the funniest thing would be if Trent 100% doesn't realize this is happening

GUS: like he's not wearing any of this with an Agenda in mind, totally oblivious

AUNTIE: And then Ted has to stammer out some excuse to leave and Trent is like “whoa, this man whilst never return my affections”

GUS: and when they finally get together Ted is like "some journalist you are, I've been staring at you with my tongue hanging out for like six months"

AUNTIE: Perfect. A+ fic draft. No notes.

GUS: hahahaha

AUNTIE: Add it to the WIP list!

AUNTIE: Working title: The Heat Wave that Shook Richmond

GUS: LOVE IT

GUS:

The whole thing started with a onesie.

Or maybe it started about a half-hour earlier than the onesie, back at the clubhouse with Ted realizing he still had Trent's tape recorder in his pocket. It was handed over about two hours earlier than that —

So maybe it started with Roy throwing a beer in Trent's face.

"OI," Mae thundered, slinging the bar towel over her shoulder much in the same way, Ted imagined, a medieval knight would settle his shield on his arm before wading into the fray.

"He's fucking lucky I don't smash the glass and throw that, too," Roy bellowed at her, before turning back to the table (where Ted *had* been having a very nice chat with Trent up to now) and jabbing his finger into Trent's chest. "The last time Ted gave you the time of day, you fucked him over good and proper. So if all this," he waves his hand at the Ted, the tape recorder, Trent's now-slightly-soggy notebook, "Is just you looking for something else to use in order to shit all over him, I'll shove the pieces down your fucking *throat.* You get me?"

"Roy, there's no call for that—" Ted tried, but it didn't seem to make much of a dent. Neither of them so much as glanced over at him, too busy glaring at each other.

"I've been nutted by Roy Keane, so apologies if I'm less than impressed with your feeble attempts at intimidation," Trent said, although the last word might have been something that *sounded* like intimidation because he got interrupted halfway through on account of Roy picking up Ted's drink and also throwing it in Trent's face.

"All right, that's enough," Ted says, getting to his feet and pushing Roy away. The man was built like a brick outhouse, but Ted had a whole inch on him and longer arms to boot. "You and me, we're gonna have a talk tomorrow about how we use our *words,* but I suggest you go on home, all right? Cool off, okay?"

Roy was still scowling over Ted's shoulder, where Trent was probably trying to wring out his hair or his jacket or something. "Yeah, all right," he said. "Just one other thing."

And with the kind of speed that had made him the scariest midfielder back in the day, he grabbed Trent's own beer and deposited the contents neatly into Trent's lap.

AUNTIE: OMG SCREAM

AUNTIE: And then Trent had to put on the onesie because it’s the only thing Mae has in the lost & found!!!!

AUNTIE: But the zipper is broken so it shows off his slutty little collarbone and his man cleavage!

GUS: haha no no

GUS: Trent goes home

GUS: and Ted realizes he still has Trent's tape recorder so he takes it to him

GUS: and Trent opens the door in the onesie

GUS: a matching one with his daughter

GUS: with like, elephants or something

AUNTIE: This is great so I’ll allow it.

GUS: yours was also great but I've already written Ted walking Trent to his car like a gentleman

AUNTIE: I understand. Whatever gets to us to the first peen touch is a blessing

AUNTIE: 🍆 ❤️ 👏

GUS: I'm actually trying to figure out what the instigating peen-touching event would be

GUS: Does Ted have a breaking point or what

AUNTIE: Car wash fundraiser with Trent wearing a white tshirt

AUNTIE: Ted loses his mind and pins Trent against the shed

AUNTIE: JUST AN IDEA

GUS: hahaha

GUS: What if Ted doesn't pin him up against the shed but like

GUS: is just full on peeved that he CAN'T

GUS: like he catches sight of Trent and is like "are you *kidding* me" and walks off

GUS: and Trent follows him like "what? what just... what??"

GUS: and Ted's like "I CAN SEE YOUR NIPPLES, TRENT, HOW MUCH DO YOU EXPECT A MAN TO TAKE HERE"

AUNTIE: AHAHAAAHA

AUNTIE: "...take to what??"

GUS: like Trent is still about ten minutes behind current events

GUS: which is very annoying for a journalist

AUNTIE: i like the flip of Trent being the dummy

GUS: Trent's like "I truthfully understood more of my interview with Colin Hughes and he insisted on doing the whole thing in Welsh"

AUNTIE: probably just decided Ted was A Straight and wrote him off

AUNTIE: and is meanwhile slowly driving him nipple nuts

GUS: oh absolutely

GUS: like definitely likes the cut of his jib

GUS: and likes him enormously as a person

AUNTIE: SO FRIENDLY. SUCH A NICE GUY.

GUS: but has absolutely no idea of anything HAPPENING ergo is just like living his best slut life

AUNTIE: Lifting the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face

AUNTIE: and showing his happy little trail

GUS: yep yep

AUNTIE: while Ted has a sexual heart attack

GUS: at some point he has to roll up his sleeves and Ted's got to take a minute

AUNTIE: then Ted loses his mind and confronts Trent at the car wash and Trent's like "are you... Ted Lasso are you slut shaming me??!"

GUS: HAHAHAHA OH MY GOD

GUS: poor Ted would be completely derailed from his rage/lustboner

GUS: and be like I WOULD NEVER

GUS: BUT YOUR ANKLES ARE VERY DISTRACTING

AUNTIE: Then Trent gets riotously indignant and screams about how he overheats easily but EVEN IF HE DIDN'T--

AUNTIE: that's when Will the Kitman walks into the shed

AUNTIE: right before they rage bone

GUS: yes perfect

GUS: poor will

GUS: Ted stomps off home and Trent doesn't follow him because it's like, his kid's school booster car wash or whatever

GUS: but he comes over LATER

GUS: STILL DAMP

AUNTIE: STILL DAMP

AUNTIE: i love it. you're terrible and i love it.

GUS: and Ted is like, fuming

GUS: Ted's all about to read him the riot act when Trent steps into the apartment and lays one on him

GUS: and is like "you only had to ask, you know" and then they bone

AUNTIE: national book award levels right here

GUS: the sex scene is all just Ted slowly taking Trent's clothes off and like, reciting all the times he's seen Trent's wrist bone or his shoulder or whatnot

GUS: while Trent is just losing his mind

AUNTIE: omg stop this is so MEAN

AUNTIE: recites some horrible poetry at him

AUNTIE: about his ankles on a summer day

GUS: like reverently kissing Trent's shin because a few months ago Trent and his daughter did one of those Knobby Knees competitions for the Richmond fair

AUNTIE: Ted kisses his inner elbow and Trent nearly blows his load

AUNTIE: Ted's being romantic yes, but also totally getting him back for torturing him for months

GUS: oh Trent totally goes off way too early

GUS: like Ted hasn't even *gotten* to his cock yet

GUS: but Trent's not remotely embarrassed, he just laughs and smiles up at Ted the way he's been doing for the past year (yeah this is gonna get drawn out a YEAR)

GUS: and is like "you're dying to say something like 'that was a long time coming' aren't you?"

GUS: and Ted blurts out "I love you"

AUNTIE: OMG

AUNTIE: Ted

AUNTIE: he would!

GUS: HE ABSOLUTELY WOULD

GUS: Ted doesn't have his heart on his sleeve

GUS: he has his heart on like, a sandwich board

AUNTIE: "i love everything about you. your boney ankles... your knobby knees." Ted! I'm so embarrassed for you, brah

GUS: It's horrible I love it

AUNTIE: the sap and the slut

AUNTIE: together at last

GUS: anyway this ends with Ted waking up early to make breakfast wearing his undershirt and a pair of boxers

GUS: and Trent wandering out into the kitchen and walking into the kitchen table staring at Ted's ass

GUS: THE END

GUS: give me a Pulitzer

AUNTIE: TAKE MY MONEY!

GUS:

So it was only right that Ted walked Trent back to his car and held the various and sundries that Trent pulled out of his pockets, wiping them off with the one dry part of his jacket sleeve before handing them over. "Please, Ted, *stop* apologizing," he said as they rounded the corner to the parking lot across from the clubhouse. "I expected far worse, truth be told."

"You expected worse than getting tripled dunked and threatened by my coworker?" Ted asked, a little bit scandalized. He sure as heck hadn't been expecting it, or anything like it. "I know I called you a tough cookie, but I doubt that softened you up any."

Trent handed his glasses over, his brow furrowed. "I'm not sure I follow, but that's hardly unusual. At any rate, yes, I did, for good reason. And as I mentioned, I've also *experienced* far worse."

"Yeah, you'll have to tell me about that incident with you and Roy Keane sometime," Ted agreed as they rocked up on Trent's ride. Trent retrieved his keys from the small pile in Ted's arms — and that wasn't even counting everything Ted had in his pockets before they'd gotten overloaded. "How do you carry all this stuff around without a backpack or a satchel or a little rolly suitcase, anyhow?" he asked. "You've got three books, three *notebooks,* two different types of headphones, a wallet that honestly probably needs a little spring cleaning—"

"It's August," Trent said, smiling as he unlocked his car. He took the stuff in Ted's hands and dumped it on the passenger side seat, then waited patiently as Ted patted at his various pockets to surrender the rest of Trent's belongings. "Thank you for your help — and for agreeing to this interview and the whole idea. I'll let you know if the publisher goes for it."

"He'd better," Ted warned. "It's gonna be a heck of a book. Although I would've sat down for a chinwag with you either way — hasn't been the same in the press room without you this season. Nobody's even taken over your chair — we've been thinking of cordoning it off or something."

"Entirely unnecessary," said Trent, still smiling. "But a touching gesture all the same. Now I'll toddle off home and try to sober up my clothing."

"Strong coffee and crackers always works for me," Ted offered, and Trent laughed again as he got in the car. There'd been a lot of laughter during their conversation, but Ted still got a kick out of hearing it. Trent Crimm, Independent was proving just as charming as his forbearer ever was.

AUNTIE: These dorks are so in love

AUNTIE: i hate them so much

GUS: I know

GUS: it's great

AUNTIE: it's perfect. i'm furious.

GUS: hahaha

GUS: look who's talking

#congrats to aunticlimactic who inspired me to write more in two hours than I've written in all of 2022 #truly a muse and a visionary #ted x trent #trent x ted #ted lasso fanfic #believe mothereffers #ficcage of interest #trent crimm: independent of the independent #sports geezers in love

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barry-j-blupjeans · 3 years ago

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19 or 26 with barry and the birds? sorry for sending so many

26. hahaha no worries, it's not my blood

((no longer accepting but you can find these prompts here!))

Barry was in a strangely good mood as he staggered back into the Starblaster. It had been... what? Three months? Three and a half? It had been a while out there. Being kidnapped halfway through a mission was definitely not the way he wanted to spend this cycle but it wasn't awful. Like, Barry's been kidnapped before, but at least these people had the decency to give him water every once and a while. Overall, not a bad stay. Six-point-five out of ten stars.

Actually, maybe seven stars, because he had the Light and he was only moderately wounded. If you didn't count the emotional stuff.

But he was in a good mood nonetheless.

There were low voices talking from the kitchen area and he caught a draft of a very nice smell. Barry's stomach rumbled. He'd been eating the bare minimum for the past few months, so he was real excited to finally get some proper food in him.

"Uh, hey," Barry said, stepping into the kitchen. They were eating dinner, hell yeah. Even more of a hell yeah with the fact that they were all still alive. They stared at him. Magnus dropped his fork. "I, uh, I got the Light?"

"Oh my god," Davenport said.

"Yeah, I know it's-"

"Holy shit!" Lup said, flinging herself out of her chair. Barry stumbled slightly at the force that she threw herself at him. He laughed, only feeling slightly bruised as Lup hugged him. She pulled back, cupping his face in her hands. She looked tearful. "Barry, babe, how- I thought you died!"

"Sorry to disappoint," Barry said and she squeezed his face a little harder, shaking her head. Before she could respond, Magnus came and swooped them both up into a hug. Barry laughed again. And then there was Taako on the right, and Lucretia, and Merle, and Davenport, holy shit, he had missed everyone so much.

"Put 'em down!" Merle said. "You're not the only one who missed him, Mags!"

"Sorry," Magnus said, not sounding sorry at all. Very gently, he placed Barry back on the floor. Merle gave him a half-hug around the waist.

"Do you need like..." Lucretia grimaced, looking him up and down. "Medical attention, or like, uh. Clean clothes?"

Barry looked down at his shirt. It was extremely bloody. He had forgotten about that.

"Oh, don't worry," he said. "It's not my blood."

"I mean, that's- that's good," Lucretia laughed. "But you are kinda, uhm..."

"Gross," Taako offered. He gingerly patted Barry's shoulder and then wiped his hand off on Lup's jacket. "And sweaty."

"Very sweaty," Lup agreed.

"That's- that's fair," Barry said, not really caring at all, because he was back and Lup was here and he was alive and- "I should shower." His stomach rumbled again. "And eat probably."

"Go shower," Davenport said. "Please. We'll save you some."

"Right," Barry said. He held up the Light. "Someone should... do something with this."

"I'll put it in the lab," Lup said, taking it from him. With her free hand, she pulled him into another hug. Barry rested his face against her shoulder. "Be quick, okay? I don't want your food to get cold."

"I'll be as quick as I can," Barry said. Lup pulled back and he caught her hand, squeezing. "Missed you."

"Gross," Taako butted in again.

"Missed you too," Lup said.

#barry bluejeans #lup #blupjeans #taz #taz balance #dont wanna tag everyone else sdlkfs #n dont be sorry for sending a lotta prompts!!! i love prompts sldfsd #the only way i can write anymore /hj #asks #boatwizard2 #mine #ise cube writing #i'ma just... post this now ig

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belethlegwen · 3 years ago

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Was there anything out there that inspired you to write the stories you’ve written?

How many story ideas do you have tucked away in hopes of writing once your current stories are “finished”?

Alright, so, this may get very long and kinda real for a moment but nothing too serious, I promise. I'll keep it relatively vague.

I've always kind of bounced in and out of writing throughout my life. Big stints of lots of writing, long stints of not writing basically anything, but I enjoy it in a lot of ways so it's always been AROUND when it comes to me. I've got two short stories published in some local collections, that's pretty neat. I was in a novel writing class for a long while that was being run by my publisher (he eventually got sick of seeing me because he saw I had learned everything I could from the Moderate level class but kept re-enlisting because it was basically a few weeks of access to the in-progress works of other people and I just loved reading and sharing what other people were up to and chatting with them about it. He kicked me out of the class and told me I could only come back for Advanced class-- which would require me to have at least most of a first draft for a full novel already done hahaha) Anyway, I had a pretty bad string of relationships from about ~2016 to January last year, sapped all of the creative energy out of me and despite being in the novel writing class during the 2016-2019 relationship I just... couldn't really sit down and hammer either of those two stories out without the direct motivation of the class. One of them got scrapped completely because my vision for it and what I felt comfortable in being able to pull off, I just couldn't get to mesh. Around early summer last year I hit a pretty bad bout of loneliness, and I had sworn of relationships indefinitely as a result of the last couple of dudes (and because women are scary to talk to ;-;) so I started trying to find SOME kind of outlet for it. Tried to get back into RP the only way I really kind of knew how, which was WoW, and that didn't... go... at all. Struggled through it for a month or two and then just finally got fed up and cracked open Google Docs in August 2021. Told myself I was just going to write for ME, write what I WANTED, and make it SPICY if I wanted to, so I did. That's how Small Date happened, and why it's got missing scenes and chunks and the like, because I was literally just jumping to the good shit that I wanted to write and have to read for myself. I had tried looking for micro/macro writings and art but was finding it very hard (because I wasn't familiar with the G/t tags or terminology or anything, I'm an internet ancient) to find anything that really fit the kind of vibe I was hoping for (not aggressively/violently sexual, no vore, not gory, not furry related, in the preferred size range, etc) so writing something that hit all of the notes I wanted just to have something for ME was great. I kept poking at it and writing it up until the start of the extremely busy Christmas season last year.

By the time things had slowed down again and I could get back to writing, I realized I had been sitting on the concept (and ancient, ancient chapters I had written multiple times and that had been wiped by computer crashes and rewritten etc etc) for The Rescue and The Stranding for over half of my life, so I figured it was time to break out Henry and start writing. I was about 30 pages into Stranding, I believe, by the time I thought about posting it to actually share with people. This was obviously a kind of media I was craving and needed and saw a pretty sizable gap with in my searches, so I figured if maybe I could post it and it could find even one person who was looking for something like it, who now had something to fill those niches, it'd be worth it. It was pretty early on into it being posted that I got an incredibly sweet comment that asked me about how Melanie and Henry originally met, and if there was a companion story, and that inspired me in the moment to both try to scour through my ancient archives and see if ANYTHING had survived the last 15+ years (one did! Woof, ouch) and start writing The Rescue. I started writing The Stranding on February 7th this year, and started writing The Rescue on February 26th. As for when they're finished... I have no idea. I might jump back into the Small Date universe in some way; it's similar in a way to the kind of things going on in the background of Zip's Rose & LaPorte universe and that just seems like a fun space to play in again eventually. But if I'm being extremely honest, I feel like the stories and universe of The Rescue/Stranding could go on basically until my fingers fall off if I want it to. I'm sure by the time I'm anywhere close to down with both stories, I'll have ideas in mind. For now though, this is where my head is firmly at. ...That said though, I've been running around the ConceptSpace with Zip lately discussing "The Rescue but with Miller instead of Henry" and god damn, the gold in that thar hill... ANYWAY! Thank you so so so much for the lovely ask! - Belle

#asks and answers #g/t #giant/tiny #giant tiny #g/t author #gtauthor #g/t writing #author thoughts

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mega-ultra-so-awesome-it-hurts · 4 years ago

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Replaced... for the Better

A/N: OKAY LOVES I DID IT! HERE IT IS! I KNOW IT’S TWO MILLION YEARS LATE BUT HERE!

Pairing: Paul Lahote x black!reader x Jasper Hale

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Heavy angst, sort of cheating.

Requested: No, but pleeeease request. I’m booored

Word count: 1106 (eep SORRY it’s so short! I was in a mood when I wrote out the rought draft hehe)

Summary: You find out you’re not the only one Paul imprinted on. But how will you take it? There MIGHT be a part 2, if enough people want it.

(GIF’s are not mine. Credit to owners!)

You weren’t the most beautiful woman in the world, and you knew it. But Paul still loved you. You knew he did. Or, you thought he did. Allow me to set the scene:

It was August, 2008. Slightly chilly outside, so it was cold inside, too. You were cooking dinner for the boys. You heard the door open, and you felt a cool Autumn breeze flow through your burnt orange sweater.

“Angel?” You smiled. It was Paul, your fiance. But... you thought you heard another person with him. One of the pack, maybe?

“Kitchen, baby! C’mere, I want you to taste this gumbo I’m makin’!” You were from New Orleans, and you were always cookin’ up soul food for your boys. A lot of times, you’d try some new food that you weren’t familiar with, but they’d all turn out wonderful. You and Emily were the best cooks on the reservation, that was for sure. The Pack thought y’all were the best cooks in Forks, but that was a bit cocky, and cocky wasn’t really your thing.

Paul’s footsteps stalled in the hallway, and you could hear the faintest of whispers. You rolled your eyes, knowing how much Paul and Jared loved to sneak up behind you and steal tastes of whatever you were cookin’.

“Come on in, boys! I’ll let you have a taste, too, Jared!” You assured the other Quileute boy you were sure accompanied your man.

“Uh... Y/N, I’m not with Jared...” Paul’s voice sounded hesitant, and you knew instantly something was wrong. He never ever called you by your name. He must’ve done somethin’ stupid again, you figured.

“What’d you do now, Paul?” Your voice held a hint of amusement, but it was mostly tired. You’d been on your feet all day, and now Paul was being all suspicious, so you were not going to get to rest any time soon. Well, you were more right about that than you had thought.

“Um, Y/N, can you come into the living room?” You put down the sharp kitchen knife that Emily gave you for your 18th birthday last month, which you were using to dice the carrots. Slowly, you turned the stove flame down, making sure the gumbo wouldn’t burn. Then, ever so slightly, you peeked your head into the living room. With Paul was another man. Pale, pale thing, honeyed hair, and golden eyes. You relaxed a bit. The Cullens came over from time to time, so you were familiar with the blonde doctor and his family. You smiled, walking over to be a good hostess and welcome him, when you noticed a minor detail you hadn’t seen before.

They were holding hands.

You stopped in your tracks, your smile faltering. Paul let go of the blond Cullen boy’s, (was his name Jasper?) hand, moving closer to you.

“Angel,” Paul began, walking towards you. “This is Jasper.” So you were right. “He’s my other imprint.” You dropped to the floor in shock, legs bent to the left, hands supporting your upper half to your right.

“Y/N?” Paul knelt beside you, his brows furrowed in concern. You shook off his hand.

“When?” You inquired, eyes still trained on the ground before you.

“Y/N-”

“When??” You questioned once more. Paul flinched slightly, then closed his eyes.

“The battle with the newborns.” Your breath caught. That was only 3 months after you and he had met. Only two weeks after you and Paul had first kissed. You had forgotten to breathe, and now your lungs burned for air. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Forcing a smile onto your features, you got to your feet.

“Hello,” Jasper said, nodding slightly. You softened a bit. You could tell he was nervous.

“Hi, honey. It’s wonderful to meet you.” You offered one of your better, more sincere smiles.

“You as well, ma’am.” Jasper stuck his hand out for you to shake. You shook your head, pushing it away.

“Now, now, sweetie. None of that.” You opened your arms, stepping forward.

“I’m a hugger, shugs.” He opened his arms as well, and you both shared a sweet - albeit awkward - embrace.

“Come on,” you said, pulling away.

“I’m makin’ some gumbo, and I need you to mince the celery.” You took his cold hand in yours and led him into the kitchen. You gave him a stalk of celery and handed him a knife, telling him to get to work.

And then, it was like you had both known each other forever. Because it had to be. You didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, and you definitely didn’t want to discourage Paul from happiness. So you laughed and smiled ‘till it hurt, locking your true feelings away in an iron safe so deep down, it was lost to even you.

Eventually, Jasper went home, and you stayed happy. For the rest of the day, you were all smiles, so bubbly it should’ve been suspicious. But nobody asked. Maybe they simply didn’t notice. Or maybe, just maybe, nobody cared.

_ _ _

Late that night, you and Paul were set up on the bed you both shared. You had your body resting against Paul’s chest, your lap housing a red bowl halfway filled with popcorn. You and Paul were watching a movie. It was one of the sappy romances that Paul couldn’t stand, but you loved them, and he loved you. Didn’t he? You were playing with Paul’s fingers when he asked you,

“You sure you’re okay with it?” He didn’t have to say what he meant. You knew. You put on your best act, looked up into Paul’s face, and you lied to him.

“Absolutely. Jas - He’s family now.” You couldn’t bring yourself to say his name. You hoped Paul didn’t notice. Paul’s expression changed, happy now. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, resting his chin on your head.

“You have no idea what that means to me, Angel. Thank you,” he whispered. You said nothing, not wanting to say anything else you couldn’t take back. You both went back to watching the movie. You were no longer playing with your man’s fingers, your hands now resting on either side of the popcorn bowl. Neither of you said another word.

Once the movie was over, you tied up your hair, laying next to Paul for the night. You waited for Paul’s breathing to even out, then changed into some decent runners clothes. You packed a duffel, and then, slipping a note into the side of the bed that you usually slept on, you left, without uttering so much as a goodbye.

A/N: I know it’s late, but it’s FINALLY done lmao. I had it written out weeks ago on paper, but between studying for midterms and failing biology, I haven’t really had time to update. Now, this wasn’t the ending I ORIGINALLY planned to go with, but i’m a bitch so I decided to change it. Part 2 MIGHT include more of the Cullen fam, and there MIGHT be a slight shift in gravity MUAHAHAHA. I have many things planned for the dear reader... so follow my account (or ask to be added to my taglist) for P2 when it comes!! SOrry for the title... my brain is spent and y’all probs won’t even see any MENTIONS of a P2 until March hahaha. But anyway hope y’all enjoyed this!

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arigatouiris · 5 years ago

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always you // tsukishima x reader

Author’s Note: I am kinda proud of this one because I relate to the reader and Tsukki here so I just projected half of my personalities into either of them hahaha. Again, before I take requests, which I do, I want to finish clearing the works on my draft first. Currently I have two more one shots before my draft is completely clear and so far I have 3 requests in total. Also, I can totally see Tsukki as the pining type and hopeless romantic, yanno? I hope ya’ll like this~

Word count: 6329 words

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x Reader (Aged up) (College AU)

Warnings: angst, mentions of alcohol, intoxication, intense pining, slight sexual references, eventual fluff, tired reader

If someone would have told Tsukishima Kei that he would miss every single detail about Karasuno when he’d graduate, he’d have laughed at their face. He wasn’t sentimental, anyone who knew Tsukishima knew that he was one of the most practical people they’d ever meet, but here he was, standing beside a particular desk in his 3-4 classroom, staring at an inscription on it that reminded him of you.

The classroom is empty, and the silence echoes in his head constantly. It takes him only a second to think of how loud it would be if it were filled with people—it feels like just yesterday when this very classroom was bustling with joy and laughter, and here you’d sit, reading a book or trying to take a quick nap or doodling.

Looking anywhere but at him.

He let out a breath before feeling his eyes burn, his fingers ghosting over the inscription on the desk. He thinks of your smile directed at him, your hair blowing in the wind, your laughter at something Yamaguchi said, and the way your eyes would glisten when you called out his name.

Tsukki.

His heart was constricting with a familiar sort of pain, the very pain he felt when he broke up with you six months ago; he remembered how your eyes didn’t widen, how tired you looked, how you pressed your lips together, and just walked away. You must have expected it, the way things had been going in the last year. You had your own club activities, and Kei had his dedication to the volleyball club—yet, despite how understanding the both of you had been earlier, third year did not work out.

“Tsukki,” Yamaguchi’s voice broke him out of his stupor, before he pulled his hand away from the inscription. “Do you... Do you want to speak to her?”

He did.

Oh, he missed you with every fibre of his being. He wanted to talk to you, he wanted to bury his fingers in your hair, touch your skin, kiss you till you became breathless and he wanted to see the blush settle on your face because of him. He wanted to apologize and scream at how stupid he was for letting you go, and all of this he had realized in six months of not being around you. People often said that first loves don’t last forever, but Kei wanted nothing more than to make things work with you.

No one understood him like you did; you took his snapping with a bulletproof shield and you were headstrong when he was letting himself feel weak. You didn’t punish him for being himself, instead, you embraced him for everything that came with him being who he was—even the bad parts.

“No.”

But, he knew it was too late. He knew you were probably not even in school. Your medical entrance was not far away, and he knew how hard you were working for it. That’s what he loved most about you. On days when he thought he wasn’t paying much attention to you, he’d be one of the last things on your mind because you had a life of your own. He’d wonder if he was being a bad boyfriend by neglecting you for days, not texting you or calling you, but then he’d hear from Yamaguchi that your club activities kept you so busy that it was hard for you to initiate any contact as well.

And when you two did meet after a week of not talking, you’d embrace him with that calming, quite addictive smile and a soft hug before he pushed you away and made fun of you. He’d secretly do it just to see you pout, which he thought was adorable.

And his heart would break when you’d apologize to him instead. Tsukki, I’m sorry I was so busy, his eyes would widen, The club needed me to finish the reports for the anthology we were preparing—

He’d shut you up each time with a firm kiss. The loud beating of his heart meant that he liked you more than he let you know and he only wondered if that would ever bite him in the ass later.

And it did.

It had been seven months since he had last seen you.

Tsukishima knew you were in Tohoku Medical University, and the last time he had seen you was near his own university, meeting with a bunch of girls. He didn’t approach you, quickly hid himself away at an angle that allowed him to look at you, while you couldn’t see him. You didn’t cut your hair, despite how he believed girls after a relationship would make some change; however, you looked exactly like he remembered, no changes.

Did that mean something? He couldn’t deny how he was feeling upon seeing you there, smiling and talking to people he didn’t know, and he ached for you. To see you was to be seduced by you, and he loved how feisty you were with him.

You weren’t shy, you didn’t have a flat personality like most girls he had met. You were a dangerous combination of everything that could ruin him, personified in a form that always took his breath away. Only he could see you flustered, only his touches could make you sigh and gasp and breathless, and he’d have it no other way.

He yearned for a glimpse of you throughout the day, and only at nights he could see you, be with you. But, somehow, you would be gone when he woke up.

It was a week after that did Tsukishima even tell Yamaguchi that he had seen you, to which the blond got news that he perhaps, could have lived without.

“She’s dating someone.”

Tsukishima’s eyes widen at his friend’s words, who only looked a tad bit uncomfortable at how the blond was staring at him.

“I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t have brought it up—”

“Who is it?”

Yamaguchi gulped, unsure if he even had to say anymore. He knew how his friend felt about you, and throwing at him this sudden bit of information could damage him more than he already was. Clearly, Tsukishima Kei had not stopped yearning for you, despite the breakup, despite the gap, despite the almost one year of not being with you.

“It’s someone from her college... Her senpai, I think?”

But, there was no way Yamaguchi could ever lie to Kei. Tsukishima was grateful for the news, but the way it made him feel was not worth knowing the information. He felt a rock settle in between his lungs and every time he breathed he thought of you, and it hurt all the more than it did before. No matter how many deep breaths he took, Tsukishima could not let go of that rock.

“It’s been long anyway,” He couldn’t even hear his own words, “Good for her.”

Yamaguchi was the one who could see the emotions plastered on his friend’s face, and his heart dropped at the mere sight. Of all the years he had known Tsukishima, he had never seen him so exposed, so vulnerable, and without you, he was just a mess. A walking body of high-functioning anxiety, Tsukishima Kei would rather let his demons devour him than reveal that a girl was making him feel so helpless.

But, that girl was you—strength and beauty personified; there was no wonder that Kei fell so hard for you.

Yamaguchi still remembered that day clearly. The first time you two met, in final year of Junior High. Your relationship with Kei was as special as the one he shared with the blond, and even though you didn’t know him as long, it was just as strong, just as precious, and just as important.

In final year of Junior High, your grades suddenly skyrocketed and you were placed in his class—the teacher often comparing your grades with his own, two of the smartest people in class. Though, your smarts did not just come from you paying attention in class, it came from late-night work and intense studying on weekends.

He had learned later on that you could not afford a cram school, so you would often cram by yourself, into ungodly hours on weekdays, and you’d come to class looking like a zombie and he’d snicker only to have you either ignore him or snap back.

Nevertheless, Kei grew to care for you and Yamaguchi noticed. He’d notice how Kei’s advances at making fun of you died down quite a bit afterward, and if he saw you struggling with something, he’d voluntarily walk over to you and offer to help you—surprising Yamaguchi, and himself in many ways, but what blew his mind was how you’d take his help despite the number of times you’d snapped at him, and you’d thank him, genuinely, making his heart feel full.

You’d started calling him Tsukki by the end of that year, and you’d gotten into Karasuno as well. It was as if the three of you were destined now, and slowly, he realized he developed feelings for you.

And even then, it was you who asked him out. Your face was red, your hands were behind your back, hoping that he’d not see that you were practically shaking, and you were a bit scared that he’d make fun of you. The year had just started, and his practice was going to keep him busy, but you liked him. You liked everything about Tsukishima Kei starting from the teasing, the relentless sarcasm, and the unbridled dedication, which was only masked by his nonchalant demeanor.

But, it surprised you when no teasing ensued. You could never forget the way he looked right then—red faced, hand covering half his jaw, looking away from you like his life was on the line.

“Y-Yeah, I know. You free this weekend?”

Kei thought of you every single day after Yamaguchi told him you were dating someone else. He’d think of you with someone, laughing at their jokes, holding their hand, letting them smell your hair or watch you smile, get the chance to see your eyes glisten toward them.

His thoughts now weren’t even that innocent; on odd days, in the loneliness his apartment brought him, Tsukishima thought of you kissing the boy you were dating, having his hands roam all over you, having some man ravage you instead of him. All Tsukishima could do was wonder what it would be like to take your first, what it would feel like to have his hands roam all over you—his thoughts, while not innocent, reflected how utterly alone he felt.

And when Tsukishima woke up every single morning, his mind would go crawling back to you with guilt over how dirty his thoughts were the previous night.

That evening, after practice, Tsukishima noticed Yamaguchi approach him, waving his hands, flailing them from side to side. Tsukishima rolled his eyes at his friend, who merely smiled at the blond before they walked out of the gym together.

“What’s with you today?”

Yamaguchi said, “She broke up with him.”

Tsukishima could not miss the way his heart skipped a beat at what Yamaguchi said. ‘She’ was automatically ‘you’, and that one vague sentence made so much sense to him that it had him thinking of how much you had him wrapped around your finger, without even knowing it. He turned to his friend, who merely nodded, and continued.

“Apparently, he was too clingy. They’re in med school, and she’s not free at all. Now more so than it was in high school, and her senpai kept nagging at her for not spending enough time with her and she called it off a few days ago.”

Tsukishima did not hide the smirk that sat on his lips.

“She was always the individualistic type.” He commented, his voice low.

“Yeah,” Tadashi nodded, “She needs her space, that (y/n).”

Tsukishima was in a way glad that you considered Yamaguchi so close. Some part of his mind wondered if the reason you told Yamaguchi such intricate details of your life was because you wanted him to know about you. Maybe, you knew Tadashi would ultimately tell Kei about everything, and maybe that was what you wanted.

“Tsukki,” Yamaguchi voiced, “I can’t do this anymore...”

His eyes widened at his friend’s sudden revelation.

“What do you mean?”

“Maybe, (y/n)-chan tells me these things hoping I’d not tell you. Maybe, she wants me to tell you, either way, this is exhausting. You still love her, and she... she’s still trying to wrap her head around whatever it is she’s feeling and I feel like I’m caught in the middle here.”

Tsukishima knew that he could feel this way, but there was no way he could allow himself to lose the one thing that linked him to you. That one thing being Yamaguchi.

“Yama—”

“Tsukki, please.”

Kei turned away before pressing his lips into a thin line. He understands, but he doesn’t like it. Yamaguchi knows that his friend doesn’t appreciate it, but the fact that Tsukishima Kei would never wish for someone’s unhappiness over his selfish desires was what kept their friendship going.

Just as he was about to fall asleep that night, his phone rings. He’d not miss the number anywhere, his eyes were saucers as they were staring at your name on his phone screen, calling him at 1 a.m., almost as if you were used to calling him all these months.

His fingers ghost around the phone screen before deciding to pick the call, his heart rummaging in his chest the entire time.

“(y/n)?”

“Tsukki?”

In that one utterance, Tsukishima knew something was wrong. You weren’t yourself, there was something different, something that showcased that you were not entirely sane at that second. His stomach plummeted to the bottom when he realized what was actually going on.

“Are you... are you drunk?”

You let out a bitter laugh before scoffing, “No, you’re drunk. Loser.”

He was suddenly very, very annoyed. He instantly got up, grabbing his jacket, checking the time once again before getting shocked once again at how careless you were being.

“Where the hell are you? I’m coming to get you—”

“I’m being followed, Tsukki.”

He could puke right now. In all his 20 years of life, he has never felt this scared. He felt the back of his eyelids burn, begging him to let himself cry, but if he had a breakdown it would only delay in getting to you. He needed to get you safe, he needed to ensure that you were within four walls, untouched, unscathed.

“Where are you?”

“Inside a 7 Eleven... I think this is the one near Sendai?”

He knows where you are, but that doesn’t give him any sort of relief.

“Stay there. Do you understand me? Stay right there, and don’t fucking hang up.”

He doesn’t even bother to take his wallet, Tsukishima bolts out of his apartment, locking it, running towards the particular store you were in. He spots you from outside, you were not dressed provocatively, a fact that he was grateful for, and rushed inside to grab you by your wrist. You instantly pulled away, before looking up and realizing it was Tsukishima.

Your eyes widened at his sudden arrival before he noticed how flushed your face was. You were so beautiful, it was breathtaking, but right now, all he could feel was unbridled anger.

“No one’s following you, (y/n). What the fuck is wrong with you? Why did you—”

“I was being paranoid? Man, I really need to sit down—”

“Who left you here?” Tsukishima asked, anger bubbling in his chest.

He pulled you out of the store before leading you to his apartment. Walking with you there would take you ten minutes easily, but this part he didn’t care. He was glad that you were safe, but he was still angry at how careless your actions were.

“My ex left me there. He wanted to talk about something, I think? But I just didn’t want to listen to him,” Kei looked at you from the side, his hand wrapped around your wrist, “I kept chugging one drink after another because I was just...”

He saw the eye bags under your eyes and he saw how dry your lips were. You were clearly dehydrated, and you looked devastatingly tired. Med school wasn’t a walk in the park, but seeing you like this, almost defeated, somehow reminded him of himself.

“...I was just so tired.”

Kei’s eyes did not leave your form. He was hyperaware that the two of you hadn’t reached home yet, and whatever conversation he was going to have with you, he understood that right now wasn’t the best time. You were intoxicated, and by the looks of it, you were probably not going to remember anything of what was happening at the moment.

A few more minutes later, Tsukishima had dragged you into his apartment, and latched the door behind him. He was grateful that he didn’t need to share his space with anyone, which meant he could avoid idiotic questions like ‘who’s the girl?’ or ‘it’s so late in the night, though?’, because right then, all Tsukishima wanted was answers from you, whether you were in a drunken stupor or not. Handing you a large glass of water and glaring at you until you drank it, Kei forced you to sit on the edge of his bed and watched you keenly.

“Apparently senpai wanted to get back together,” You said, surprisingly sounding a lot less drunk.

But, judging from your eyes and the way you were unable to focus on his unmoving form, which was right in front of you, he was certain that the alcohol was still in your system. Kei’s heart went out to how sad you actually looked, your light pink sweater was still neat, your jeans unstained, your hair tied in a messy bun—you weren’t dressed for drinks. It was perhaps either spontaneous or you were pushed to a point where you were so pissed off that drinking seemed the only way out.

“Did he... Did he do anything?”

Tsukishima felt stupid for even attempting to ask you this, but he calmed down when he saw you smile to yourself.

“No, I had pepper spray in my pocket.”

“Had?”

“I think I lost it now.”

Kei wanted to slap himself. You weren’t always like this. You weren’t someone who would resort to something so dangerous and reckless. He couldn’t help but think if this was in some way your method of coping, your method of healing from the breakup—was this your breakup formula, the inevitable course of action that you were supposed to take after he broke your heart?

“I ended up calling my other ex.” You laughed, somewhat bitterly, causing Tsukishima’s stomach to drop.

You were drunk, but you clearly knew who he was and where you were. You may have been a lightweight but somehow, he was impressed with how you were holding your liquor, Kei leaned down in front of you and just watched you, his eyes were surprisingly soft, his fingers dying to touch you—unafraid because he knew you would not remember these moments with him.

“I don’t want to tell you anything I’ll regret in the morning,” You whispered, causing his eyes to widen.

“What does that mean?” He asked, desperately, inching closer to you, but being sure to not make you uncomfortable.

You shook your head before blinking away tears that threatened to come your way. Tsukishima gaped, breathless, at how even intoxicated, you were the single most breathtaking person he had ever laid his eyes on.

“Please sleep.” He said, standing up, and leaving you in his room. He wasn’t going to fit on the couch, but there was no other option.

Even if his bed could fit the both of you, Kei would rather you sleep well and comfortably, than he would. Besides, he was sure that if he slept beside you (or even on the couch), he wouldn’t get to stay asleep for long either way.

When you wake up, you took a few seconds to bolt upwards, check your surroundings and then yourself. Your wallet, keys to your apartment, and your hair tie were on a table beside the bed, where a couple of aspirin and a water bottle was placed too. Getting up too fast was not good for you, your head spun around so sharply that you were inches away from puking.

“Where...?”

A moment later, you got up from the bed—after having taken the medicine and water, left there by god knows who, you inched your way to the living room of this strange person, wanting to thank them for sheltering you for the night. You felt shame hit your veins, you can’t believe you had done something like this—especially alone; and you could only wonder if a creep had sheltered you.

But, the person you saw on the couch was Tsukishima Kei, your ex-boyfriend from high school, struggling to stay asleep on the couch. Your heart broke at the sight of the tall boy, barely fitting into the couch, knowing full well that another step and he’ll wake up.

On odd days, you wondered why he broke up with you. On odd days, you missed him so much that you could cry. On days like today, your heart was barely fill and you were certain that a certain blond was the reason you craved doing reckless things—reckless because some part of you wished with all it had that he would come save you. He stirred awake, almost alerted by how you were just standing there, without making a sound.

When his eyes met yours, he scoffed rudely—as expected—before sitting up, and leaning his head against the headrest.

“Tsukishima—”

“I knew med students were crazy, but wow,” Your eyes widened at his words, “What the fuck, (l/n)?”

You had descended down to your last name with him, and the acknowledgement of it shattered your heart. You felt tears prick your eyes instantly, but you were not going to show any sort of weakness in front of him, not after last night—not after whatever could have happened.

“What happened last night?” You couldn’t bare the sound of your voice, at how groggy and hungover you sounded.

Tsukishima made it evident that he didn’t like it too, but chose to keep his words to himself.

“Nothing dirty happened, just you, throwing yourself into a depressing pit of alcohol drinking and embarrassing yourself.”

You frowned. There was no need for him to be plain mean about it. Sure, he had helped you, but that was it, right?

“Thanks for last night.” You wanted to ignore his words, you wanted to let it go and not fuel him into saying anything more.

“I won’t be surprised if this happens again, you know? Judging from how you’ve turned out—”

“Tsukishima!” You snapped, causing him to wince at his own words.

He didn’t dare look at you. He knew he had crossed the line, he knew he had said something to deliberately hurt you, and that had hurt you, but facing you would break him. What a coward, his mind scolded him, before he heard shuffling coming from where you stood.

“You see, I’m not surprised,” You said, pressing your lips together. “You were always this bitter.”

Tsukishima could hear your voice break. Way to go, he thought, you made her cry again. He gulped before attempting to turn to you, but he noticed that your back was facing him now—making him feel somewhat relieved, but scared at the same time.

I am so glad you’re okay, was what he wanted to say.

“No shit,” was what came out.

He noticed how your shoulders trembled now, as you reached down to grab your shoes. Tsukishima wanted to stand up and stop you, hold you in his embrace and beg for you to stay because if it were him, he’d not even dare give himself another chance—but you, you were forgiving and kind and gentle, all things that drove him up the wall yet made him fall so devastatingly in love with you.

Please don’t go, he wanted to say.

“Get out, (l/n),” was what came out.

You shook your head, “I can’t believe I’m like this because of you.”

Tsukishima felt the wind get knocked out of him, but before he could stop you, before he could find answers or any sort of confirmation at what you said, before he could even think of what was going on, unfortunately for him, he was frozen to where he stood and was forced to watch you leave.

He felt his fingers shake, and he looked down at his hands, which got blurrier and blurrier at each second, as he fought the urge to slap himself. Of course, he thought internally, if he was a mess of a human being, finding unhealthy coping mechanisms by trying to learn about what you were doing, stalking your social media, staring at pictures of you from Yamaguchi’s profile, reading his old chats with you, and everything that would perhaps never let him move on from you; then so were you.

He was the one who broke up with you, after all. If anything, you’d be the one in a much, much more difficult path.

Tsukishima did not go to class that day, and he missed practice. His captain called him multiple times, to which he merely replied saying he had the stomach bug—his captain was a lot like Kageyama, but for some reason, even he understood the importance of an optimum immune system and told Tsukishima he had to take the day off, no issues from that. Yamaguchi inquired about his sudden absence, but he merely said ‘I’m tired’ to him and left it at that.

But, oh boy, he was trying to call you, alright.

Tsukishima perhaps would have called you fifteen times in the last hour, with each of those calls ignored. After the barrage of calls, he left a barrage of messages, each asking you to pick up or call him back, suddenly forgetting the need to act as if he was high and mighty—no, if you were hurting as well, and he was hurting beyond belief, he had to fix it. A dialogue was the only thing that could put things back to normal, and hell be with Tsukishima keeping face. If this meant that he had to bow down and scream an apology, then so be it.

Hey. Pick up.

Hey. Call me.

Please, call me back.

Are you busy? Call me.

I know you’re ignoring me, call me back.

(y/n). Please. Call me.

What if this was an emergency? Call me, (y/n).

Tsukishima looked at his own messages and thought about what was wrong with him. After almost a year and a half of radio silence, here he was, literally begging for you to call him back after he had done something so fucking idiotic. He had a lot more to apologize for, he knew it, but he could only do so if you gave him that chance.

It was around 7 p.m., when you called back.

“(y/n)—”

“I had lab time, Tsukishima. What do you want?”

You were busy. You were perhaps so busy you couldn’t check your phone. Of course, you were studying to become a doctor. You weren’t ignoring him. Somehow, this fact resonated well with his heart. Even your ‘what do you want’ sounded more tired than angry, and he could hear the lag in your voice to confirm the same.

“I need to talk to you—”

“Well, you made it clear that you didn’t want anything to do with me earlier today.”

“Please,” He felt so out of character, but right then he didn’t care, “Let me see you.”

“I...” He heard you sigh deeply, “I can’t today, really. I missed lab work yesterday because... because of that stupid bar night, and now I have to make up for the lost time. I’ll probably be here studying all night.”

“Okay then.”

You were confused when he cut the call, but you assumed he was just tired of trying. You weren’t making an excuse; you stared at your phone, where just a moment ago your ex-boyfriend’s name was flashed up. You lick your lips and realize it’s been four hours since you had a sip of water. You clearly weren’t taking good care of yourself, and if Tsukishima was still with you, he’d reprimand you to no end.

Oh, you missed him.

You missed how he’d scold you for these reckless things you’d do. He knew about your habit of never drinking water, just surviving on licking your lips and sipping water after meals here and there. He hated that bit about you and he made it his personal responsibility to ensure you drank at least a bottle of water whenever he was around.

You missed the way he cared for you, so subtle yet loud—it resonated like his personality and you’d sometimes find yourself caring about your well-being because he cared; and even though the motivation here was incorrect, it brought the desired result regardless.

You missed him so much, it was like suddenly having lost a part of your body. It was as though you had lost an arm or leg but still instinctively reach out to feel your missing limb or try to walk again, placing your entire weight on something that was no longer there.

Swallowing the intense feelings you were experiencing, you buried yourself into the work you had ignored the previous evening and started to work. Medical school was exhausting even without the emotional baggage you managed to carry with you every single day.

What you expected would take you a couple of hours merely extended and you were in the lab till 2 a.m. Your eyelids were heavier than they had ever been before and you felt like your legs were jelly. You didn’t care about the way you looked right then, but you were certain that you looked half-dead. You couldn’t remember the last time you had eaten, and you noticed that the water bottle you had got for yourself earlier that day was still untouched.

Sighing, you grab your things and prepared to trek all the way home. A simple walk would feel like a trek, your feet felt like they were bleeding from the soles. However, the second you stepped out through the hospital exit (the college exit was closed), your footsteps came to a halt.

Tsukishima sat there, by the bench near the parking and your heart skipped a beat. What is he...?

He noticed movement from the side of his view and spotted you there. He instantly stood up, before realizing that you were busy (once again), of how you poured your all into everything that you cared about. This only made him wonder how much you had poured yourself into him.

“What are you doing here?”

You sounded so tired, it was so strange. He had never heard you sound almost defeated—he took one good look at you then; chapped lips, dark circles, disheveled hair; he knew you were dehydrated, hungry, exhausted and you had not once thought of these things.

“I’m hungry.”

You blink and sigh, “Tsukishima, I’ve had a long—”

“Please, come with me.”

You’ve never heard him say please so many times in one day. Your heart is weak for him still, and you follow him to the nearest 7 Eleven. You were wearing your white coat, a purple full sleeved top and the same jeans you were last night. You looked to find him wearing exactly what he was wearing that morning when you saw him, the black full sleeve tee, brown jacket and blue jeans. No matter what he wore, he always managed to look so devastatingly beautiful.

“Eat something.”

You didn’t have the energy to argue with him, you bought a sandwich for yourself and he got some ramen (for some reason, he chose your favorite flavor), and the two of you went out to sit by a park bench, isolated from the world. Your apartment was merely a five-minute walk from where you were, but that didn’t matter right then.

“You obviously still like me.” He said, somehow his voice not condescending or witty.

“Obviously.” You admit, because you were too tired to argue.

You heard him chuckle, but you were busy eating your sandwich, the bottle of water beside you suddenly looked like the most tempting thing in the world. What you missed was how Tsukishima’s hands were trembling as he linked them together in front of him, leaning forward on where he sat.

“You’re an asshole, you know that?” You say, realizing the sandwich did nothing to quench your hunger.

“I know.” He sounded so defeated, before turning to you and handing you the cup ramen.

I knew he was going to do this, you thought, tears pricking your eyes. He bought your favorite flavor because he knew.

Tsukki, you took the cup ramen without hesitation, you can’t do this to me.

“Why,” You stared at the cup ramen, “Why can’t you just tell me what’s on your mind?”

You heard no response from him. You took exactly two sips from the water bottle and dug into the cup ramen. But you stopped eating midway, shaking your head.

“Kei,” You jumped to third year high school again, “Please, I can’t... I will leave if you don’t stop me.”

There was no attempt made. You turned to see him staring at the ground, emotionlessly. You couldn’t decipher what you were feeling, but you certainly couldn’t try to decipher what he was feeling either. His silence left you breathless, all of a sudden you want to cry and scream, you wonder what you did wrong, you wonder what happened—why was he the way he was? Did you make him mistrust you in anyway?

A sob exited your mouth, but your trembling lips capture the rest.

However, Tsukishima Kei’s trembling hands raised to his face and he cried; your eyes widening at his sudden reveal. You quickly place the cup ramen to your side and turn to face him, your sweet boy, the boy you had so willingly given your heart to, crying his heart out, sobs ugly, tears streaking down his gorgeous face. The sight kills you.

“It’s so fucking hard to see you happy,”

You’re confused, but you knew he didn’t mean the words to their exact meaning. There had to be something else. He didn’t want you to be happy? What the fuck?

“And I’m not there...”

Ah.

“You... You don’t need me and that kills me...”

You were quick to kneel down in front of him, your fingers trembling, your knee trembling, your legs quivering, but your heart was strong enough. All you needed right now was your heart.

“I don’t need you,” Your voice was a whisper only he could hear.

Kei rolled his eyes, and you noticed how wet they were from the crying. Your right hand wiped some of the tears from his face before you took a breath.

“But I want you. Always, always you.”

It was Kei’s turn to meet your gaze. You were staring at him, a soft smile on your features.

Why was it that it was always you who would assure him when things were wrong? Why was it that you were always saving him? Either from a misunderstanding, a fight or most often, from himself?

He felt so weak when he was around you. He didn’t know if it was a curse or a blessing.

“No one compares to you. And as bad as that sounds, I couldn’t stop thinking of you, no matter who I’m with. No one compares to your brash, asshole self.”

You let out a giggle and notice how wide his eyes were. You want to kiss him, but you hold back.

“I love you so much, but it’s hard, Kei... It’s hard if you don’t give me bit of an edge, you know?”

Your hand which was on his face, Kei suddenly took it and kissed the back of it, surprising you.

“I love you,” He kisses it again, “I am so in love with you.”

You could only smile. You leaned forward, before pressing your lips to his; Tsukishima could feel how chapped your lips were, but that didn’t stop him from kissing you back fervently. His hand rushed to the side of your face, before pressing you to him, not hard enough that you fall down—he was painfully aware of how tired you were. He pulled away before pecking your lips a few times, kissing below your lower lip and staring at you, lovingly.

“All of this pain could have been avoided if you just accepted what you were feeling, you know that right?”

You were right.

You were always right when it came to him, no one knew him as well as you did. You knew every inch of his soul because it belonged to you, and there was no taking back. And while he was aware that he had to work on some aspects of himself, Kei suddenly felt confident. Looking at you, kneeling in front of him like that, despite how tired you were, despite how shitty of a day it had been, he was sure that with you, he could do anything.

Suddenly, his mind travelled back to your desk in class 3-4, with the inscription that he could not stop touching back on the day of your graduation.

kei + y/n

A simple jumble of words. Enough to break his heart, or make it. He wondered if he’ll ever tell you he created a small forever for the both of you in that classroom.

Well, he thought, forcing you to drink water, Maybe someday.

#tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #kei #tsukishima #tsukki #tsukki x reader #reader insert #yamaguchi #sandai frogs #kei tsukishima x reader #karasuno #haikyuu tsukishima #tsukishima imagine #tsukishima angst #tsukishima fluff #angst to fluff

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rip-a-dip-dip-you-potato-chip · 4 years ago

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If he had known,

If he, the Six Eared Macaque had known he was going to have a child, he would have stayed.

Not for the fact of taking responsibility, oh no not at all.

He would have stayed solely to know what a family was like.

Beyond contrary believe the mighty Six Eared Macaque, didn't have something, or someone he could call family. Unlike the revered Monkey King, Sun Wukong Grate sage equal to that of heaven itself- he was alone from day one.

"I'm pregnant"

"What"

A draft sigh escaped the amber-haired demon in front of him. Her arms crossed and clearly unhappy.

"I'm pregnant, with child, more specifically you're child," she said looking at the dark-furred monkey in the eyes. Not caring that he was one of the more powerful demons in the region.

"Okayy and how are you positive it's mine? Hmm? That thing could turn out to be half-human after all" Macaque retorted, tuning away for the she-demon.

"Your the only man I've ever been that intimate with"

"Well fuck"

Macaque lazed around in the garden. He had to admit, it was a nice place. The house itself even more so. Lots of room, despite only one individual living there. We'll two now and soon a third.

If he remembered correctly, the she-demon, Cán'é (silk moth, or Sil as she became known as in modern-day) was a fairly vital element to the village economy. Despite being a low-level demon she was blessed with an enhanced touch that could rival his hearing. She verified the quality of material goods, such as wool, cloth, leather and such. And even dabbled in the work of a seamstress. Her home was built for her as a thank you, and a permanent welcome to the village.

He was jealous of that.

He was never that lucky to have found a place that accepted him. In fact, the villagers were only putting up with him because Cán'é had asked them to.

Frowning his brow he sat up and glanced at the scenery. Then the sky.

Dinner I'd approaching, he'd better head inside.

Inside Cán'é just finished with dinner and was plating it.

Once done the two sat in silence like they had for months now and ate.

"Why do you stay here?" Cán'é asked, laying the utensil in her hand down, not bothering to look that the other.

"I already told you, you didn't have to stay- you could have left and I would be fine with that," she said, hand rubbing against her swole abdomen.

Macaque pondered for a moment, "I'm curious, besides there's a good chance that kid will inherit my abilities and I'd rather not run the risk of an enemy using that against me"

Lier, even he knew that was bullshit.

(Y/n) was sat happily in their Baba's (dad ) lap.

The little chirps and huffs breaking away at the ice walls the older worked so hard to build.

It had been exactly one month, five days, thirteen hours, thirty-nine minutes and 55 seconds since (y/n) was born. And no Macaque totally wasn't keeping track, no not at all. Shame on you for even thinking that!

With the baby's mother doing business in town today Macaque was forced to watch the brat. He couldn't wait for the hundred days to be over.

As the two sat the little one started to babble more and reach for the dark-furred monkey's scarf.

Taking notice, he swooped up the small reddish coloured pup in his arms had held it closer to him.

With easy access to the bright red cloth (y/n) took some into their tiny hands, and pawed at it, before letting out a tiny yawn. Snuggling up to the fabric and drifted to sleep.

When Cán'é came home, she was surprised to see the red scarf the Six Eared Demon wore wrapped loosely around her baby who was fast asleep, on their father whom was equally fast asleep.

If only there was a way she could take a picture of this moment.

"Come on say it, say Mama"

"Mmma mgahhhh"

"So close baby, almost there!"

"Mhaa boo"

"Phfff, come on Pup, don't listen to that lady, say Baba"

"Berrrrr ba dphh"

"Like (y/n) is going to-"

"BABA"

"..." "what was that? What were you saying???~" "shut up" "hahaha~:

"I can't believe you! I carried you for nine months, and not only did you come put looking more like him but now this too?! The audacity!"

Thunderstorms were haunting for Macaque. Even if he wasn't using his hearing, thunder always rocked him the wrong way. and it didn't help he could hear when they would start.

And it didn't help there was a baby involved this time.

Macaque had woken first to the sound of crying.

Normally he would just let Cán'é take care of this. After all, she was far better at the whole comforting thing. But for some reason, something was nagging at him to be the one to check in on (y/n). so he did just that.

Stepping out of his room, he took notice of something that wasn't there when they had gone to bed.

There were symbols for a silencing spell, lining the walls.

Oh shit-

Running down the hall, and to his pups room Macaque crashed though the door, ready for a fight.

And that's all for today folks!

And for a quick answer about how our favorite edge lord was able to pick up on the crying? Well the first the symbols where done hastily, and Macaques hearing is far more advanced than some spell.

Also they each have there own rooms, (y/n) being just a door down from Sil's room, her room is cluttered with material, and Macaque just doesn't want to share relishing in having his own room.

This is a what if thing if Sil had told Macaque about the reader/oc. I want to do more, trust me I do! And if any of you all have something you'd like to add then go for it!

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #six eared macaque #macaque #lego monkie kid au #rip a dip dip wrights #problem children au #monkie kid problem children au #au #my au #UwU #its an AU of an AU #AU SEPTION #ooooo #this is a comfort au not just for me but anyone that needs it so feel free to add on and make content with it

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mego42 · 5 years ago

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For the WIP meme! Your monster looks like mine! Rio + Annie broTP! Annnnnd a number! #3!

ty ty welcome to the circus or whatever, hahaha. i’m still in sleep debt idk what i’m saying.

OKAY! so, rollerskating on, your monster looks like mine is the sex pollen fic I keep banging on about. I decided if I was going to do a widely panned trope I was going to go big vs going home (see also: dean pov, overdoing it in the face of perceived adversary is kind of my thing) and am trying to give it a theme and an arc and a truly unreasonable amount of angst.

it takes place not that long after s3 and the two of them are like, you know, fairly well marinated in their animosity for each other and get thrown into this situation where they have limited control over how they physically feel about their proximity (heyo sex pollen!) and by god if they’re forced to be even a little bit vulnerable with each other they’re going to make it count and like, forcibly rip each other’s secrets out of each other (the hitman! lucy! 213! 209!). the whole idea behind the theme (and title) is a kind of hazy like calls to like, they’re both monstrous in overlapping ways and how they recognize/react to it is at the root of how they act towards each other. also, it’s alternating POV.

idk, I have ambitious plans, a sprawling notes document, and probably like a third of it drafted but it’s super rough and I was in a weird place when I wrote it so it’s probs going to get reshaped a lot once I have the full draft out and see what I’m working with, but I have dug out a snippet under the cut!

He shows up a good twenty minutes after he told her to meet him, not bothering to park, just pulling up next to the van where she’s still fuming in the driver’s seat and telling her to get in. She gapes at him through the window, mouth opening and closing while she cycles through her options, deciding how she wants to play it. Curiosity must get the better of her though, because she hops in the passenger seat without a word—a fuckin’ miracle in and of itself.

She holds it in for all of five minutes which, credit where credit’s due, is about four and a half longer than he was expecting.

“Where are we going?”

She’s got that pissy little holier than thou tone going on, the one that always makes him itch to knock her down a peg or two.

“Bet you find out when we get there.”

The silence that falls between them’s thick enough it’s nearly tangible. Somethin’ ‘bout havin’ her in the car, even as big as it is, makes her feel closer than sittin’ next to her at a picnic table.

Rio takes shallow breaths, trying not to notice the hint of her perfume coating every inhale—something floral but not sweet, makes him think of night blooms and creamy, lush petals, makes him remember how much richer it smells right up against her skin.

He takes the next turn harder than he needs to, throwing them both around.

Elizabeth huffs and readjusts, making the leather creak. The tension radiating off her loosens his shoulders, and he relaxes back in his seat. He can see her drumming her fingers on her knee out of the corner of his eye, then smoothing her palms along her thighs like she’s trying to wipe something off.

“Why bring me? Why not Mick or—or...any of your other guys?”

He scoffs, playin’ it up more than he needs to so she knows it’s a stupid question. “I roll in with back up, it looks like I think I need it. I roll in with you…”

He lets the sentence hang there, lazily turns his head to look at her and watch her bristle like a cat as she fills in the blanks. The funny part is of everyone he’s dealin’ with tonight she came the closest to finishin’ him off but he’s not about to tell her that.

“‘Sides,” he continues, just to rub salt in the wound. “I need someone to take notes.”

“I’m not your secretary,” she snaps, that fake as hell yes sir, no sir mask she’s been painting on lately slipping and the tips of her claws coming out. Rio’ pulse jumps in answer.

“Yeah? You ain’t a sharpshooter either but you gave that your best go.”

That shuts her up for the rest of the ride. He’s almost disappointed.

rio + annie brotp

this one is just a concept as of now. the idea is rio and annie are roommates who maybe occasionally hook up when they’re bored, but mostly kind of just bump along sniping at each other and openly judging each other’s lives and choices but in a functionally dysfunctional sort of way, and their equilibrium is thrown off when annie’s older sister needs a place to stay for a while bc her life is falling apart. idk if/when I’ll ever get around to writing it because there is uh, lol, obvs some major yikes potential depending on what choices I make with different dynamics and I know rio and annie is v much not most people’s cup of tea for obvious reasons. I def want to write something with them being friends at some point though bc there’s a lot of comedic potential there that v much appeals to me.

this is a dialogue prompt I wrote an opening for and then apparently abandoned it entirely with no notes to myself so thanks past!meg! you dick!

Beth knows that Annie and Ruby thought she was trying to be funny when she said Rio had a habit of popping up like a genie, and she was, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t true.

She’s as used to it as it’s possible to get used to being caught continually off-guard. There’s a part of her that’s constantly on high alert every time she goes out, no matter where, scanning her surroundings, convinced that she’ll see him in the strangest of places. She never does though, and if she feels anything about that at all, it’s only relief and a continual low-level annoyance that he’s got her in a state of perpetual vigilance.

It’s easier to convince herself of that when she doesn’t take into account those three months he was gone. How she couldn’t stop herself from looking, her attention snagging on all the different pieces of him she’d see in other people out of the corner of her eye: short dark hair, a slender build, a certain way of walking more liquid than anything else. Her breath would catch, her pulse would trip, but then she’d blink and the picture would become clear. It was never him, he’d never sneak up on her again because he was—

But he’s not, he’s here, in her kitchen, in the middle of the night Beth discovers as she screams, dropping the water glass she was coming in to refill in a move eerily similar to the first time she met him but with less groceries and more potential to cut her feet to ribbons.

“What are you doing here?” She asks, pushing past him to grab the broom and dustpan from the mudroom. He grunts as he shifts to the side, trying to get out of her way but she doesn’t think anything of it. “It’s three in the morning.”

why is Rio there? who knows! not me!

my wip folder is a mess and a mystery to me as much as you but ask me about any that strike your fancy anyway

#more wip stuff!!!#actually looking back at the sex pollen draft it's not bad #it's just thin #and i think that was what was making my brain file it under ALL GARBAGE #but i can work with this it just needs a few more passes #and likee #you know #for me to finish it #wip sampler #ask me stuff #my fic #shut up meg

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shaekingshitup · 6 years ago

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Stay Grounded (Grindin Pt 2)

A/N: Writing this was a battle but I learned some things so it’s cool. Definitely don’t plan on anymore stories with these two. I don’t think I like Reader Inserts rn. But hey, he came back! If I told you I’d tag you and I didn’t I’m sorry. Idk a good method of actually keeping a taglist yet. D: This has been chillin in my drafts. Hopefully, you like it. Honestly, just thanks for reading! 💕

Word Count: 3.8k-ish but I swear it feels like 500 plot wise

Part 1

“Thanks Paul. I’ll see you next week,” you said as you placed one of your favorite regular’s drink on the counter.

“Bye Y/N” he called out on his way towards the exit. You checked in with your staff to make sure that they were doing okay. You weren’t an overbearing owner. You trained employees whom were competent and that you trusted to carry on your business when you weren’t there. But, you did your best to make yourself available to stop in when you knew your crew would be busiest. Plus, Grindin was your baby. You could never stay away for too long.

GRINDIN chimed out as another patron came in. You looked up to greet whomever it was with a smile.

“Michaela! Hey girl. Long time no see.” you greeted

“I know. I was honeymooning with my baaa-by,” she sang moving her goddess braids so that they were behind her back and making sure her diamond ring was on full display.

“YAS! Girl, I am so happy for you and Jon. I hope you two had a wonderful time. I see you over there Mrs. Kirk. Are you getting your usual today?” you asked.

“Girl, you don’t know the HALF of it. My boss paid for da baby and me to go on an all expenses trip to Bahamas,” you widened your eyes at this. You can’t even remember your last real vacation. “Originally we were just going to spend a weekend away in San Diego. But, he surprised us with a week long paid vacation to the one place Jon and I truly wanted to visit. I can’t quit smiling.” she sighed with one of the brightest smiles you’d ever seen on someone. You couldn’t help but smile back. “But anywho, I’m not here for the usual actually. My boss just got back to the country from some away business as well and I guess his time away switched up his tastebuds. He’s going to take a large Brew Thang and I’ll stick with my usual small, hot Bad n Brewjie with whipped cream.”

“Absolutely girl. Comin’ right up,” Michaela handed over the business card to pay and afterwards you transitioned over to the bar to start on the drinks.It was clear that Michaela had more to say. You could see it in her body language that she was holding on to something that she needed to spill.

“Somethin’ on your mind sis? Gone ahead and spit it out.” you assured her.

“What’re you doing tonight?” she asked out of the blue.

“I’ve got a lil date tonight. Why do you ask?”

“Wait. Sis, you got a nigga?” Michaela whispered quite loudly as she raised her left eyebrow. That got you a few glances from some people working at the countertop. You were certain that the one with headphones in had heard her loud ass too. She could be really nosey sometimes but you still appreciated her presence and her business whenever she stopped in.

“Hahaha. Not at the moment. It’s a date with myself because I deserve to eat well and be treated right -even if I’m the only one treating. Why? What’s happening tonight?” you asked trying not to reveal too much of your intrigue. Sure you had plans but if the offer was right, you could bend em.

“ Okay. So, my boss actually asked me to invite you to dinner tonight at The Liftoff because-“

“The Liftoff? Wait, who the hell is your boss? fucking President Barack Obama?” you damn near yelped as you stared at her with your eyebrows reaching the ceiling. In order to get into The Liftoff you had to have money. Not just a lil cheddar. But BIG BANK! More than that you had to have clout. If you didn’t have someone invite you, you were never getting in. Many people hadn’t even heard of it- you happened to have a few wealthy and loyal customers stop in every now and then and had overheard them discussing it once.

“His name is Erik. I’m not sure if you remember him but I guess he was in here a few weeks ago,”

2 weeks and 3 days ago sis. But hey, who’s counting? You thought.

“That was when I was out for my wedding. I guess it was a good thing too.”

Aloud, you feigned delayed recognition “Oh yeaahhh. Yeah, I remember him stopping in”

“He was planning on picking you up tonight at six to go to dinner and finish up where y’all left off..” she trailed and left the floor for you. She was not so subtly implying that you two had started something and she was all ears.

“Well, sis. You can let Mr. Erik know that I’m unavailable for the evening. And if he wants to see me, Imma need him to come in here and ask me himself,” you said placing both drinks on the countertop.

“You playing hard to get sis?” she countered.

“I’m not playing anything. I have standards and I know my worth through and through. If he can’t come ask me face to face himself, then the answer will forever be no.”

Michaela was shocked by your response but managed to get out “I’ll be certain to relay the message.” As she made her exit, she turned back to you. “I respect you sis. A lot of females see a nigga like him and are ready to hop over the counter at one of his slick ass lines. You’re bout to give him a run for his money- and he got plenty!” she cackled. With that she left and left you alone with your thoughts.

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When you made it back to your place, it was time for a shower. The smell of coffee was one of your personal tell-tales signs of how long you’d spent at your shop to make sure everything was in order. Right now, the scent was permeating around you. It had been stated on more than one occasion that you were a workaholic. You simply cared about your baby and wanted to make sure that you gave the best back to the city that raised you. So, it was always hard to establish boundaries for when you had to tend to yourself rather than Grindin. But today was your day.

The second you opened the door, you started shedding your clothes as if they were contaminated. You loved walking around your condo bare ass naked- without a care in the world as to who did or did not see you in all your glory. You adjusted your A/C to a crisp 68 degrees and headed to your bathroom to start your water. Grabbing your phone, you put on a fun playlist to dance to a little. Kiana Ledé’s “Bouncin” started playing out of your waterproof speaker and you hopped in to wash the morning away and bounce a little yourself. The rest of the day was going to be a self-care day. You had it all planned out. First, shower. Next, nap. Then, you planned on putting on a little makeup, serving looks with your latest fit, doing some shopping and then you’d take yourself to dinner. You made sure to do this at least once a month with yourself. Sometimes people would see you dressed to impressed and they’d take pity on you for being alone. But that wasn’t how you saw it at all and you let them know it. Whenever anyone gave you sad eyes or took it upon themselves to join you on your night out, you let them know that this was your intended personal time and that you weren’t crumbled or broken by not having someone to sit across from you.

Obviously, there were times you really wished that someone would take it upon themselves to treat you so you didn’t have to do it yourself. But, on these nights you made sure to be appreciative of who you were whether there was an admirer to acknowledge this or not. Your mind drifted over these things as you hopped out the shower and moisturized your body from head to toe.

Shower ✅

You re-entered your room and buried yourself beneath your covers. The silk sheets had been calling out your name since you’d step foot inside and you were done denying them their request. It was time for that nap. 💤💤😴

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STOP, LOCK AND WATCH

READY YET, GET SET

IT’S AALL THAT!

called out from your bedside dresser as you stretched out your limbs and tried to reach out for the phone.

OHHHHHH, OH, OHHHHHHHHHHHHH

THIS IS ALL THAT!

THIS IS ALLL THAT!

“Fuck it,” you said as you hopped out the bed and began your performance. You grabbed your phone and used it as your mic as your bedroom became your stage.

Check it, check it, check it

Now this is just an introduction

Before I blow your mind

The show is All of That and yes we do it all the time

So sit your booty on the floor or in a chair

Ground or in the air

Just don’t go no-where!

You gave it all you had for the full 1 minute and 6 seconds only ceasing when the alarm tune was starting over from the top. Dancing was one of your favorite ways to wake up. It made you feel more alive and ready to conquer the rest of your day.

Nap ✅

You meander over to the kitchen to grab a banana and some cranberry juice before tossing on an oversized t-shirt and sitting in front of your vanity. Next on your list was makeup. You synched your phone’s bluetooth to your mirror and played your Self Love playlist to sing along to. You planned on applying a light beat and wanted to make sure you did so without getting any makeup on your body. Makeup was not your forté by any means but you loved to play a little and were able to copy all the simple tutorials. Today that mean browns all around. You dabbed on some foundation and two brown eye shadows, one that was subtle and another with more shimmer to compliment your natural glow. A little black eyeliner, mascara and nude lip gloss to bring it all together.

Makeup ✅

The fit for the evening was on point if you did say so yourself. A little casual but alluring nevertheless.

Jade green bottoms which accentuated your curves with a cream colored long sleeve shirt that had a very deep v cut. You were really playin into your sexy side for the evening and it made you feel bold and dangerous.

You went with rose gold accessories to compliment your brown skin and eyes. Your watch and lock necklace were simple but altogether the look had you feelin like you were an 11/10 and that was the goal. You always wanted to remember that you were desired-even if only by yourself. You removed your phone from the charger, responding to a quick text from Lu about your plans for the evening and when you’d be available, disconnected your music from the bluetooth mirror and headed to your front door to put on your heels.

Serve these fuckin looks ✅

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You were on your fourth store and your Gummy Bear smoothie was all but gone. Thus far nothing was really speaking to you. You’d purchased some accessories and saw a lot of cute clothing items but nothing that was significant enough to bring home. Your shopping rule was : “If you don’t love it in the store, you won’t love it at home,”. You exited the boutique and made your way to the escalator ascending to the second level where you parked your car. You reached for your phone as it vibrated in your back pocket. Glancing at the screen you saw that it was Ray who was reaching out.

“Hey Ray J!” you laughed at the nickname he despised. His one wish was that you would stop calling him that.

“Y/N where are you?” he sounded concerned. He hadn’t even yelled at you for using the nickname that he couldn’t stand.

“I’m leaving the mall. What’s wrong?”

“Jaime had a family emergency and can’t close tonight. Eve is there but she’s still new you know. He had to leave and no one else is available to come in for him and close,” he said.

“Really? No Sherell, Chris or Rico?”

“No. None of them can make it. I would go in but I’m in Frisco right now. I know it’s your date night and I hate to do this. But, do you think you can close up?”

“Yeah.” you sighed, “Yeah, I can make it. It’s almost quitting time anyways. Plus I’m hella closer than you are. But just know you owe me! If you took your ass across the bridge on a whim, the dick better be good! ”

“Trust me boo it will be and I got you next time!”

“Yeah, whatever.” You hung up and wondered why the hell Ray decided to go to San Francisco on a whim when he was scheduled to be back up in case anything went awry for the evening. That was the whole purpose of the schedule that the two of you created. This was a perfect example of something unexpected occurring and yet he was M.I.A. You pondered these thoughts as you headed to your car and headed back towards your shop. You made sure to call and cancel your dinner reservation because that definitely wasn’t happening anymore.

Thank God I always keep a change of clothes at work you thought, cringing about how awkward it would be to slang coffee with your titties on full display considering you’d forgone a bra for the evening.

When you pulled up it was 6:30. The shop closed at 8 tonight so you had half an hour before you began pre-close. You walked in and scurried to the back to change into a merch sweater which read “Stay Grounded and some black leggings.

Eve was holding it down as best as she could. But it was evident that she was stressed.

“Hey, I’ll take the bar. You go ahead and ring em up, okay?” you offered.

She sighed and released a lot of the tension in her shoulders. “Okay.”

There were already 4 drinks waiting to be made. So, you got to work.

“Sorry your first night shift has been a bit of a whirlwind,” you told her once it had slowed down a bit. It was 6:58 and you didn’t anticipate there being too much of a let up. “Do you have your pre-close list with you?”

“Yeah. I was going to do the final bathroom check.”

“Great! Go ahead and get started. I’ll do most of the behind the counter stuff tonight. You focus on the customer areas. I may call you if orders get crazy,”

“Sounds like a plan boss!”

“Y/N!” you corrected.

Customers trickled in throughout the last hour. But when 7:45 came around and they saw that you were already cleaning up shop, most of them started to pack up their things and go. By 7:56 you were ecstatic. Everyone was gone. You just had to lock the door and then you could count money and tips, do a final sweep and mop and head out the shop. At least that was the plan, until you heard GRINDIN chime throughout the store at 7:58 P.M. You rolled your eyes. Unfortunately, this was no new occurrence to you. Customers were notorious for getting their final fix in the last few minutes before you closed up. Most of the time it didn’t bother you. But tonight, you were hungry and jaded that your plans for the evening had changed.

“Welcome! I just want to let you know that we will be closing in just a couple minutes here,” you called out without looking up as you wiped down the counter, “Let me know if you have any questions.”

“Yeah I got one.” the timber of his voice compelled you to stop and give him your full attention. You looked up to see Erik, dressed in a slightly less formal ensemble than when you’d first met.

He adorned a pair of dark trousers, a white button up shirt with polka dots and suede loafers. But, he still looked so..

“Delicious?” he asked.

Hol’ up. First he’s Barack and now he reads minds too?

“I’m sorry” you say trying and failing to hide your flustered nature. “What was that?”

He smirked. “It’s okay baby girl. I’m sure you got a lot to take in with your day and all,” he stated as he took a few steps forward which didn’t help to alleviate your confused state at all. “I said since you took the time to introduce me to something new. I haven’t been able to get you off my mind. How about tonight it’s my turn to show you something delicious?”

Your reaction came as if you were on auto-pilot.

“I would love to but I’m barely closing up shop. By the time I count the drawer and we find a restaurant and actually place an order it’ll be pretty late. You shouldn’t hold off on dinner on account of me,” you said.

Erik kissed his teeth. “Yo workaholic ass don’t know how to say ‘no’ to anyone who wanna show you a good time, do you?” It must have been a rhetorical question because he went on, “Gone ahead and finish up closing your shop. When you done, meet me in the back.”

“Hold on. I

“Aht- aht- aht. This is no longer an option. This is the game plan. Close up, freshen up into some non-coffee gear and meet me out back. I’ll be there.” he said sternly and with that, he left.

Eve came out from the back of the shop with a broom in hand. You stood there frozen for a moment.

Did this negro just boss me around? In my own damn shop?? You thought.

Yes. Yes. He did sis. And you liked it so shut up and close up!

You locked the front door to bar anyone else from coming in and started counting the drawer. By the time you were done, Eve had swept, mopped the front and turned on the fans to help the floor dry quickly.

“Great job tonight Eve! I’m sure in the future it won’t be as.. disruptive. Either way, you killed it.”

“Thanks Y/N did you need me to stay or-?”

“Uh-uh. Go ahead sis!”. The second you locked the door behind her. You dashed to the restroom to freshen up and put on your clothes from earlier in the day. You rolled on some perfume and reapplied your gloss before you hit all the lights, locked the door, set the alarm and circled around the back of the shop.

When you got there, you came to a full stop and your jaw dropped. It was gorgeous. The back lot of the shop was decorated in lights throughout the trees. In the center there was a table for two, a whole ass waiter and was that music? You glanced around to find that tucked away in the corner there was indeed a harpist playing beautiful melodies.

“Damn girl and I thought I was going to surprise you with my view,” Erik said as you turned around to face him. He was holding a single purple daisy- which just happened to be your favorite flower. He placed it in your hands and pulled out your chair for you to have a seat.

“How? How did you do all of this and how did you know this was my favorite flower?” you asked with an expression of bewilderment taking over your features.

“I promise I’ll explain alldat baby girl. But first, I need to say I’m sorry”. This surprised you. You’d spent less than an hour in this man’s presence but he already didn’t strike you as the apologetic type.You placed your flower on the table and gave a nod of your head for him to go on. “When I met you a few weeks back. I meant to ask yo fine ass out right then and there. Unfortunately, that call that I got was urgent and it needed me to leave the country immediately,”. He finished.

“Oh my. Is everything alright?” you asked

“It is now. I handled it as I always do,” he stated with a conceited grin, “That’s why I came back to ask you out. I don’t leave anything unfinished.”

“Last time I checked this wasn’t an option. You didn’t ask nothin” He chuckled at that. The waiter came over at that moment to introduce himself, present the menu and fill up your water. He didn’t need to explain anything because there weren’t options on it. It was simply an itinerary for what your palette could expect. Appetizer, Entree, Dessert. They were all your favorites with a subtle twist. You were impresed. The menu was elegantly done and it looked fly as hell. You might have to keep a copy to give to Lu for inspiration.

“Well, actually I did,” Erik began when Duke, the waiter made his exit, “I was in earlier to ask yo stubborn ass-”

“You got one more time to talk about my ass before this becomes a solo event,” you interjected.

“Aight, bet. We can take a pause on that ass for now,” he smirked, “I was in earlier to ask you to dinner face to face, but yo people told me that you were unavailable for the evening. So, we made a few changes to make you available.”

“You what?”

“I paid ya mans Jaime a few bills to take the night off. Ray and Lulu was already on board,” you glanced down at the menu of our favorite foods again, “yup. That was them. They told me what you like. I just got the chef and made sure that Michaela hired the right people to make this vision come together. We all agree that it’s time for you to take a break, ma”

“Wait a minute. You bribed my staff? Plus, Lulu and Ray were in cahoots with you on this?! You barely even know me.”

“And? I’m tryna know you”

“I’m just sayin that’s a hole lotta trouble for a virtual stranger.”

“But you not a stranger. You the one that left me satisfied. Now just enjoy the rest of the evening and let me do the same for you,” he said as he picked up your hand and caressed it all the while never breaking eye contact with you.

“Okay.” you got out meekly. You cleared your throat and tried again. “Okay, Imma let you finish what you started,” you said

He smiled one of the most genuine and naturally alluring smiles you’d ever seen.

“ I can already tell you ain’t used to letting others take control. But don’t worry ma. I got this and I got you,” you were all the way blushing at this point, “Tell me about your day. Was it as brewtiful as you are?”

You laughed out loud as Duke placed your appetizers in front of you. “You corny.”

“And you like it,” You could already tell that he was going to do good on his word. You were leaving satisfied tonight one way or another.

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angst-in-space · 5 years ago

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april ‘20 writing progress

total words written: 20.7k

most words written in a day: 1,912

least words written in a day: 41

current yearly total: 60,367

projects worked on:

- reached my camp nano goal of 20k words! - published “countdown”, the fic i wrote for the klance “...and we are beginning” zine - mostly worked on the klance roman holiday au... i’m nearly done with it i swear - i think i wrote like two sentences of altea rising lol - also started planning a galolio fic with @221bdisneystreet owo

april goals:

- meet my goal of 20k words for camp nanowrimo - *laughs nervously* finish the last chaper of altea rising….? - finish the klance roman holiday au (or at least get a good chunk of it done since i’m pretty close to the end) - get some progress done on the wangxian fic since i neglected it through all of march, oops

may goals:

- finish the kl roman holiday au - start working on the last chapter of altea rising again since i didn’t really work on it during april lmaoooo - also work on the wangxian fic again, i mean it this time - start writing sylvix fic?? - plan the galolio fic some more?? - maybe work on red skies a bit??

notes:

april was....quite a whirlwind, as i’m sure it was for everyone haha. obviously we’re all still in quarantine, and on top of that i was working remotely for most of the month - but then as of a week ago, i officially left my job so that was a lot to deal with mentally/emotionally. for the most part it’s a good thing bc my job had been super detrimental to my wellbeing and it was best for me to step down...but also it was super hard to leave my coworkers behind, and also now i don’t have a job or any other source of income so...that’s fun!! but anyway i digress...

despite all that, i was surprisingly productive during april hahaha. i did camp nano with a goal of 20k words, which i succeeded in doing so i’m very excited and proud of myself for that!

i had wanted to focus on altea rising but uh....i got really caught up in the kl roman holiday au so i spent pretty much the entire month working away at that. and i’m very nearly done with my first draft of it. it’s um Very Long right now...over 60k words and still going lol.... but i’m getting towards the end and i’m hyped to finish it since i started it more than a year ago haha. so yeah i think my main goal for may is going to be to finish up a draft of it, and i’m hoping to publish by maybeee sometime between end of may or mid-june. we shall see!

once i’ve completed a draft of that, i do really truly want to throw myself back into the last chapter of altea rising. i think i had kind of burned myself out working on it for a while, but i’m hoping this month i can focus on it again. i feel just awful about it because it’s been like a year and a half since i updated it but UHHH the last chapter coming eventually i promise. then there are a few other wips that i would really like to work on some more....for instance, i do still really want to work on the wangxian fic i started working on with jessie haha, i keep neglecting it and i feel bad so yeah i’m hoping maybe i can get a little bit of progress on that done this month!

i also started planning a galolio maximum ride au with miranda so i hope to do some more planning on that as well!!

aaaand i maybe possibly will start working on a sylvix fic this month...i’ve had an idea planned out for a long time now that i haven’t started yet, but i’ve really been itching to write it lately, so i may delve into that soon-ish (if i can just think of how i want to start it dammit).

also since i haven’t updated red skies in like a year UHHH i would love to work a bit on that as well cuz it’s been ages and i really really want to continue it. *sweats*

...um so yeah i really have my work cut out for me lol but also i don’t have a job and i’m stuck inside all day every day so hopefully it will be a month of productivity!

#brigidposts #writing updates #writing progress 2020 #text

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trubilee · 5 years ago

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so i guess i’ll write (blogwrite?) now.

today we were authorized for early release at D, the way we are whenever there’s a holiday, so i decided to use up my 3 hours of company-gifted time to try and write this morning (not write this blog, but write other stuff, which tired me so now i am writing this blog as my treat for this last hour).

it has been a challenge to write these past several months. i sort of think i know why, or i know what triggered it at least. not sure why the difficulty persists but i guess i could pat myself on the back for trying this morning.

there are a lot of things i’ve been wanting to write about. in no particular order, my performance eval at work, my strange quarantine life-related skincare fixation journey (oh, the ups and downs), wes and happiness and my odd overthinking of it sometimes, the chasing francis book i finished a couple weeks ago, the funeral last week, and... hmm. maybe that’s around everything i can think of. oh, music in the time of rona too. also stuff in me that the writing has kicked up. i guess i could try. oh, and my bras of choice during these WFH times. maybe a little about daisy and the vaccine.

so. performance eval. it went extremely well. we took the full hour. my leader L is not the type to give much feedback, but in the first half of that hour she basically looked straight at me and told me all the things i would’ve wanted to hear. about client group 1, and 2, and 3, the breadth and versatility and equal parts drafting and interpersonal connecting components of them all. i repeated it all to paul when i told him how it went, and really, really it was everything i would’ve wanted to hear from her. i was praying thanks to God as she was talking to me through the screen, because i was just absorbing all the words that i had been so hungry to have her give to me this whole past year. and there are so many things to it too. things like, i know i am not perfect and everything to everyone the way i think i should--even could be--and i can’t necessarily just say to myself “oh but nobody is” because actually, at this company, there are some people who are, they really really are just so good, and i feel so bad just taking in how good they are at thinking on their feet and killing it at getting things done here, and being so articulate and effective at communicating and dynamic and all of it. anyway, the conversation felt so... whole-making. hahaha. make-whole-ing? another part of it is that i have always been grateful for the job, i always felt like it was suck a lucky winning when i shouldn’t have necessarily landed it and with that came this default set of thoughts that went, oh they hate me. oh they think i am inept. oh they see how inept i am. they regret hiring me. i don’t want them to regret hiring me. that would be one of my worst fears, jobwise. to burden someone with my existence on their team. i know that it’s healthy to think that a company is lucky to have you and to know your worth and all, but bc i’m kind of acquainted with my own versions of total failure, i’m not good at thinking that way. i’m always thinking that i’m lucky to work for X company. it would probably make many a leadership coach or asian american advancement advocate grimace. i’m sure it’s a handicap to me careerwise, salarywise, etc etc, but asking me to fix it is like asking mesomeone to stop being insecure. in that, it's not something you can change by will. it almost feels like a part of my dna, not just some protective armor. this is why i sort of roll my eyes inside when someone announces that she (it’s usually a she) has imposter syndrome. it’s unfair, i know, but i almost want to look around and say, wait is that not just the normal state of things? why are you acting like it’s some sort of unusual complex that you have? i thought everyone, anyone with any noonchi, had that. that’s like saying that--gasp--you don’t think you’re the absolute sh*t. it doesn’t mean you're afflicted with anything. i should ease up a little.

damn. i only have 20 min left.

ok another thing about the performance eval. about which i joked to my leader, when she said we could have these conversations more regularly if we wanted to, that my heart could only take once a year at most. i was so relieved, so happy, i felt so uncaged afterwards. bc again, really it extinguished all of the unhelpful fears that had made me so tense about work this year. and part of me, the part that is always maybe a little too self aware, thought to myself, that gosh, if getting a positive review from my leader at some big company where i am a corporate peon is this satisfying to me, then perhaps my world, my dreams, are just rather small.

i was thinking about that and preemptively tried to put it to paul this way: that sometimes i feel very rich. not like money-wise, bc i know just enough of the wrong people to ever feel that way (lol). but more in a life-currency sort of way. like when i think about my little family of three, my son who is so perfectly delightful that i don’t even know how to--i don’t know how to appreciate him or even just take him in without feeling like his delightfulness is slipping through my fingers simultaneously with, even AS i’m, looking at him and trying to appreciate him and take him in (does that make any sense?), my husband who i have similar slightly overwhelmed feelings about when it comes to his quality as a human being and heart on this earth, and my mom and dad who both survived their different cancers. about how somehow God provided me with not just the friends i needed but even extra friends who i didn’t dare think i had a chance at asking for, and even this house, and having and seeing daisy and family regularly, and gosh even my inlaws who only seem to ever give and never receive (sorry, ommonim abbonim...) and my sister in law who i feel the same way about, and our nanny, and yes this job too, this job i once never thought i had the right to even dream of having bc of said past failures, this job for two companies brands i adore and believe in. and the chance to write, and feeling like i have something to write about. and even knowing a handful of living, breathing, non-robot human beings who actually read what i write, actually think it’s worth their time. what marvels.

on the other hand, sometimes i feel rather poor. i feel like we don’t have enough savings, we aren’t saving enough. i feel like we will always just need to work for a salary bc neither of us is in a job role where we make dividends happen for us. and i am so junior here at a place where promotions are slower than slow anyway, and salaries aren’t tech or finance salaries anyway. and i feel ugly and like a half-distracted working mom whose life is devoid of glamour or romance or margin or space or passion / vision. well, i guess my “poor” list is a lot shorter than my rich list.

all this to say, after my dumb performance eval i felt like a rich woman. not because they told me i was getting some big raise (i’m not, and i don’t generally care bc the raises are so small and have you seen the mass layoffs happening here). i felt rich bc i felt like i got really validating feedback from leaders i really admire, both on a professional and personal level, and i work on a team with colleagues who i think are really excellent at what they do, and i work at a company where i really like what they make. i feel kind of silly typing all of this out bc it’s so freaking wholesome and vanilla and, again, small, but it’s true. those things made me happy after my review. and this is the job i report to 8 hours a day. yep. real stable, ordinary stuff.

i told paul that in thinking about how happy i felt and feeling self-conscious about that happiness, i would rather feel like a rich woman and be objectively “poor” than to be the other way around. to feel like i am poor but in reality be quite rich.

it’s also funny bc B and G also specifically separately felt compelled to send me messages confirming this same exact thought, now that i think about it. how wonderful. thank you.

next topic. bras in rona times. yesterday i bought my fourth--no, lemme count--seventh! eberjey bra. it’s not bc i’m being greedy, it’s just that the ones i started with i wore so often that they jstarted wearing out. the eberjey bras are generally underwired, with no lining except a thin layer of lace, and they make my boobs--my post-maternity, seen-such-better-days, already wilted boobs look terrible under my clothes. but i am working from home and don’t need the extra lining for decency’s sake. and when i see the bras in my bra drawer and i deposit my boobs into them every morning it feels lovely. the bras are unflattering but they are delicate enough (while still practical) and comfortable to wear and are lovely to look at.

well i need to start my workday now. if i ever get around to it i’ll write about other stuff.

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purplesurveys · 5 years ago

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Who was the last person you had an intelligent debate with?: I don’t really have debates with anyone other than Gab or Angela. I’ll have deep discussions with my other friends, but they never turn into a debate.

Who was the last person who cooked something for you?: My dad. Technically he just reheated stuff tonight, but he was still also the one who cooked for us this morning for breakfast.

Who was the last person who you heard singing?: My mom. She does karaoke by herself one or two times a week for funsies and will sing songs from her day for an hour or so, and she did it tonight.

Who was the last person you kissed and it meant something?: Gabie, but it’s been a whilllllle.

Who was the last person you were upset with?: This girl that I’m classmates with for a layout class, Mikee. Horrible work ethic. So just for context, I currently have a grade of INC (Incomplete) for the layout class I took last semester because my prof wasn’t satisfied with our final output, which are a class magazine and a class newspaper; and when you have an INC, you typically have a year to fulfill the missing requirement/s (except in our case, we only have half a year because we have graduating students in the class, including me). Now that we’re inching closer to graduation and the college is supposed to release the official list of graduating students soon, I have to make sure ALL my grades are in. Mikee volunteered to be the one to contact our prof for submitting our work, and even though we’ve finished up and polished our revised outputs, she is taking FOREVER to email the prof for whatever fucking reason. I’m getting antsy by the hour and am desperate for a bit of urgency on her end because if my name doesn’t end up on the list of graduates I definitely wouldn’t hesitate to lash out on her.

Who was the last person you danced with?: Angela, Gabie, and Hans. And some other ADMU dudes I’ve never hung out with other than at that party.

Who was the last person you felt awkward around?: My dad. He made pancakes from scratch earlier and I think his measurements weren’t 100% spot on, because they came out incredibly dense and bland. I was already cranky enough this morning – and I still hadn’t known he made them himself – so I scowled when I took my first few bites because I thought it tasted off and even asked if it was some kind of vegetarian pancake. Once he said he made it from scratch, I felt awkward, shut up, and wolfed my plate down to show him that I enjoyed it and to make up for my horrid behavior just seconds before.

Who was the last person who borrowed something from you?: My mom borrowed my car (which is technically my parents’ anyway because they bought it lmao) to go to work today.

Who was the last person who showed you how to do something?: My dad. I wanted to get reacquainted with making stuff in the kitchen so he showed me how to cook hotdogs properly. I was already making them before, but after one time that one of our stove burners emitted a huge flame when I turned it on, I stopped making any food altogether for a while.

Who was the last person you went shopping with?: My mom.

Who was the last person you had a crush on?: Song Joong Ki hahaaaaaaah.

Who was the last person who made you cry?: The amazing actor from Descendants of the Sun playing the troubled rookie doctor. I looked him up and apparently he’s also one of the lead vocalists of SHINee, so he must be talented as all hell.

Who was the last person you shared a bed with?: Kimi, 45 seconds before he jumped off.

Who was the last person you got drunk with?: Angela, Hans, Gabie, Aids...I don’t remember the others anymore but they were cool and funny people. Idk, we were a big group so yeah.

Who was the last person who touched your hair?: Just me.

What was the last pair of shoes you wore?: A pair of Nikes to walk my dog.

What was the last birthday party you attended?: My cousin’s, aunt’s, and grandma’s. Their birthdays all fall on the same week in December, so it’s tradition for us to go over to my aunt’s to celebrate.

What was the last thing you said to your mother?: Something about thesis. I was telling her that I included her and dad and my four grandparents in my acknowledgments.

What was the last song you listened to?: I was listening to Beyoncé’s Homecoming a few hours ago but I’m too lazy to check what song was it I paused.

What was the last thing you thought about before going to sleep last night?: I wasn’t thinking of anything, I was just focused on falling asleep.

What was the last fun thing you did with your family?: Video-calling other relatives.

What was the last thing you borrowed from someone?: My dad’s earphones...and I’ve kept them for the meantime too lol thanks dad.

What was the last vegetable you ate?: String beans.

What was the last thing you bought online?: A Hydro Flask and several necklaces.

What was the last thing you had to drink?: I don’t *have* to drink it but I did make myself a cup of coffee tonight.

What was the last reason you went to see a doctor?: Had to get my eye checked. Sucks that I couldn’t and can’t have a follow-up appointment especially since my left eye still acts up from time to time.

What was the last non-food item you purchased?: Soju lmaaaaaooo.

What was the last type of yogurt you ate?: I hate yogurt.

What was the last fast food place you ate at?: Jollibee. We didn’t eat inside though, we just got the food delivered to our home. I think the last fast food place I was actually inside of was McDonald’s.

What was the last thing that bothered you and kept you awake?: I haven’t been bothered by anything in a while. Caffeine is the only thing keeping me up these days.

When was the last time you embarrassed yourself? I had sort of a Eureka moment earlier tonight when I suddenly recalled my paternal grandparents’ whole names. I had opted to use their nicknames in my acknowledgments and didn’t think anything of it, but then I remembered what their actual full first names were and then felt embarrassed within myself that I submitted a final draft with their nicknames. HAHAHA it’s a good things are less chill with the lockdown in place so I was able to explain and resubmit with the necessary revisions.

When was the last time you watched a movie with someone?: January-ish. I watched Hello Love Goodbye with Gabie.

When was the last time you charged your phone?: A few hours ago.

When was the last time you were sick with a cold?: It’s been...a while. I rarely get sick with anything so I don’t get to keep track of whenever I do.

When was the last time you spoke to a family member on the phone?: My birthday when my lola called.

When was the last time it rained where you live?: A couple of days ago, I think.

When was the last time you laid awake, unable to sleep?: This afternoon. I wanted to sleep the heat off, but it was just so uncomfortable I just ended up twisting and turning and sweating more. MAAAAAAN I can’t wait for June.

When was the last time you met someone new?: A week or so ago when I went on a following spree on this blog and started talking to a couple of them. Lol following spree in the survey community means following 3 or 4 blogs, but still.

When was the last time you filled up your car with petrol/gas?: Gotta be the first week of March as that was the last time I was able to drive a lot.

When was the last time you ate popcorn?: Some months ago, I’m guessing? There was a brief time that my mom bought popcorn kernels to make bowls of popcorn for us, but we got tired of it pretty easily so there was no reason for her to keep buying more packs.

When was the last time you went to a school event? I went to the Lantern Parade last December, as is tradition for my school’s community. I was mostly alone because my friends had to leave early and Gabie was stuck in traffic all evening and didn’t arrive til like, 9:30 PM, which sounds sad for me lol but it was still a fun experience.

When was the last time you took the trash out?: My parents don’t give me that task.

When was the last time you did anything to change your appearance?: Fucking March, a week before the lockdown. Okodlkjfffjsj don’t remind me I’m still pressed about it. No one got to see my short hair and bangs grrrrrrrr

When was the last time you cooked at home?: A week ago. I reconciled with the kitchen and cooked a couple of hotdogs hahaha. They’re frozen and literally a child could make them, but egh, I wanna have my moment too.

When was the last time you had a sleepover?: Honestly can’t remember. Start of the year maybe?

Where did you last go shopping for clothing?: Feliz. It’s my favorite place to find new clothes so yeah, you’ll always be hearing about Feliz. Where did you last go on a date to?: A study date at Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf and dinner at Yabu afterwards.

Where was the last wedding you went to?: 2007, my uncle and aunt’s. I had plans to go to my cousin Joelle’s wedding in Texas this year, but I think they postponed it which highkey ended up working well for them because it wouldn’t have happened under current circumstances anyway.

Where did you last park your car, other than home?: Gabie’s place.

Where did you last leave your keys?: On top of the dining room TV.

Where did your last kiss take place? By Gabie’s front door, I think.

Where did you last go for a walk to?: In front of the house and just a little farther, with my dog. He’s getting older so he gets tired easily and can’t go on the same walks we used to have, but I still make sure he gets his exercise.

Where did you last take a vacation to?: We had a weekend trip to Tagaytay and Cavite but honestly it felt like a quick getaway more than anything else. The last trip that felt like a vacation was when we went to Bicol.

Where did you last go to celebrate your own birthday?: I celebrated it at home.

Where was the last place you had dinner at?: Just at home, again.

Where did you last go to exercise?: I don’t exercise. < Ha, samesies.

Where did you last take public transport to?: Jum and I were going to the Senate building for a journalism class. That was the first and last time I took legit public transport.

Where does the last person you hung out with live?: Upper part of the city.

Where did you last visit for the first time?: Uhhhh I think it was the salon I went to to get my hair done.

Where did you last take a photo?: On the floor of the dining area, to take selfies with my dog.

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